Summary: Jesus can turn our littleness and despair into new life and new hope!
BROKEN POTS still have a purpose!
By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr
1 CORINTHIANS 1:27 But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of this world to confound the things which are mighty.
28 And the base things of the world, and the things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and the things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in His Presence.
Joel 3:10 Beat your plowshares into swords, and your prunning hooks into spears: LET THE WEAK SAY, I AM STRONG.
Romans 9:21 Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and to make another to dishonor?
2 Cor. 12:5. of such an one will I glory; yet of myself I will not glory but in my infirmities.
vs. 7: And least I should be exalted above measure, through the abundance of Revelations there was given to me a thorn in my flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, least I should be exalted above measure. vs. 8: for this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.
vs. 9: And He said unto me, my grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon me. vs. 10: Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distress for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak then am I strong.
What breaks a man? Can God use broken vessels?
Does God care when life has broken you?
Are we really broken? Or can God mend us better than new?
What is the value of a broke pot...
Is His grace is sufficient?
Again I ponder the thought of how human humanity appears to be.
All our flaws and defects, many are our imperfections and weaknesses, it would appear that our weaknesses detract from the whole or at best would hinder our effectiveness.
Many years ago, I failed the Lord in a stupid teenager deed.
I can painfully remember January the 1st, 1968.
I was raised in the parsonage,
I was 16 years old, I knew right from wrong.
But I failed the Lord!
1/1/68 was always a painful memory of my stupid
Before the sun went down Jan. 1, 1968 I begged God
to forgive me for breaking the very heart of God.
On Jan. 2nd, I begged God for His forgiveness.
On Jan. 3rd I begged God for His forgiveness.
And this continued for many years as the enemy oft
reminded me of my failure.
In 1970 I started college and moved to Tennessee
for my education.
One day as I was driving to class my enemy
rightfully accused me of my failure.
And I again asked the Lord to forgive me.
In 1973 I had been to classes, my junior year,
and driving home I remembered Jan. 1, 1968
and the enemy laughed at me for my failure.
I went to my apartment where Linda and I lived and
laid on the couch.
I know not that I was awake or asleep,
but as I lay there remembering my failures of
Jan. 1, 1968,
Jesus appeared right in front of me.
And I immediately cried and told him I was so sorry
for breaking his heart on Jan 1, 1968.