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31-Story of a Teacup

There was a couple who used to hunt for good antiques, potteries, especially teacups etc in stores. One day they saw a beautiful teacup in a beautiful shop. They said to the shopkeeper, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke - "You don't understand. I haven't always been a teacup like this. There was a time when I was red and I was only a clay. My Master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "leave me alone", but He only smiled, "Not yet."

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. I screamed, "Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!", but the Master only nodded and said, 'Not yet."

Then He put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see Him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet."

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet."

Then suddenly He put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged, I pleaded, I screamed, I cried. All the time I could see Him through the opening nodding His head saying, "Not yet."

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the then the door opened, He took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later He handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself now." And I did. I said, "Is that me? That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."

"I want you to remember," then He said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have not been there. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you."

[Only God knows what He's doing (for all of us). He is the Potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.]



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Created by Sushma Gupta on January 15, 2002
Modified on 05/04/13