it’s heavy, but i have to tell you right away.
i have a sad story. but i also have a happy one to tell you. first the sad. i’m a broken jar of clay. that also happens to be the good news, too.
my sad story also includes a tornado (a literal one) which took my parents to heaven. again the sad and good news happen to be the same.
very little-i mean very little was left. but my brother and i did get a few keep sakes which, to be honest, to me, feel more like proof that our family even existed.
a beautiful and broken jar was one of those things.
i always loved the color. like a rusty penny. i loved that jar. it looked like home. mom used to put flowers in it. on special occasions (like my brothers baptism) we would use it as a pitcher. it always reminded me, and still does, of the kind of earthen ware that christ must have used. i want to fill it with oil or red wine. it’s a blessing this was found nearly whole.
i however, was not found whole. i was found broken, like a jar of clay.
light comes in through funny places, doesn’t it? i’m grateful to be a christian. so grateful. it’s the only hope it have in life. that’s just god’s honest truth right there. and the lord shows me his love with little tiny love letters all the live long day.
like this: a song on the radio, seeing two robins flying as a couple, chocolate
you-are not- alone.
i have a fancy friend who loves to read shakespeare and look at art on ebay. prish. prish saw my jar when i came back from the funeral. “it’s frankoma,” she said. she knows these things.
yesterday, popped into an estate sale and ran into a friend of the family.
“how much for the frankoma?” i asked, like i knew about it.
“18 for everything.”
“let’s do that.”
for god, who said, “let light shine out of darkness,”made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of god’s glory displayed in the face of christ.
but we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from god and not from us. we are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 corinthians 4:6-9