But we have this treasure in clay jars to show that its extraordinary power comes from God and not from us. (2 Corinthians 4:7)
I have spent the summer studying the human body as a way of improving my teaching of anatomy this next school year. And so I have spent every day looking inside the vessel we call our body.
I looked at the heart, the stomach, the lungs, the muscles, the blood vessels, the bones, the tendons, the nerves, the intestines, the brain, literally from head to toe.
There laying on the metal gurney was the vessel that once was called Mary, Bob or Bill. This person loved, cried, laughed, raised children, had hopes, aspirations and fears.
All our treasure, wrapped up in a bundle of tissue we call us.
The scripture speaks of a treasure in clay jars.
For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," has shone in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God's glory in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in clay jars to show that its extraordinary power comes from God and not from us. In every way we're troubled but not crushed, frustrated but not in despair, persecuted but not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed. (2 Corinthians 4:6-9)
One way people used to protect valuable property was to place it in an ordinary clay jar. This way when robbers broke into their home, they would overlook the ordinary jar in the corner and head for the nice looking container thinking that is where the treasure is.
God has put His treasure in us, the ordinary clay jars, not the fancy, ruby enshrined, gold plated ones.
Our ordinary, regular lives are illustrative of the power God places in us. We are not from nobility. We do not have to be special people, nor a celebrity. Riches will not place us at the front of the line, nor will social standing.
When others look at us, it is not us, but God's amazing gift that they see. In the darkness of the world, we beckon with light so bright.
All in a clay vessel.
I stand there looking down at her. Trying to remember the names for tomorrow's quiz, and thinking, this is what we are, a clay vessel...
Until next time on my front porch.