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Rise up and go to the Potter's House | Worship

 

Last updated 12/30/2020 at 2:25pm



Once there was a potter who held in his hands a fine lump of clay. The lump seemed so small and helpless that he held it gently, carefully, warmly in his hands.

In fact, his fingers and palms totally covered the ball as he leaned over and whispered, “I love you, lump of clay, and I want to make you into something beautiful. Now you look like all other balls of clay, but if you trust me enough, if you allow me to change you slowly, gently, yes, and even painfully, I will make you beautiful.”

“How much will it hurt?” asked the clay.

“Well, that depends on how gentle I am, and I a...



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