( Rosanne )
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and
pottery, especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in this beautiful shop
they saw a beautiful teacup. Immediately drawn to it, they said, May we see that one? Weíve never seen one
quite so beautiful. As the lady handed it to the couple, suddenly the teacup spoke. Mysteriously, silently,
to their hearts and as they listened it became evident that they were the only ones that heard it speak.
This was the story that it told.
You do not understand, it said. I havenít always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was
clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, let me alone, but he only
smiled and said: Not yet. Then I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and
around. Stop it! Iím getting dizzy! I screamed. 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, thatís better, I said. And
then he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were just horrible. I thought I would gag. Stop it, stop
it! I cried. He only nodded, Not yet. Then suddenly he put me back into a second 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 wasnít any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But at just that moment
the door opened and 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, Thatís not me; that couldnít be me. Itís beautiful. Iím beautiful!
I want you to remember, he said, I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, youíd
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 over, but if I hadnít put you there, you would have cracked.
I know the fumes were bad, when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadnít done that, you never would have
hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadnít put you back in that second oven, you
wouldnít survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are
what I had in mind when I first began with you. And I sighed because I knew what he said was true.
God knows what Heís doing (for all of us). He is the Potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us,
that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will. Now temptation
has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful, he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear.
(1 Corinthians 10:13)