“Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands? Woe unto him that saith unto his father, What begettest thou? or to the woman, What hast thou brought forth?” - Isaiah 4v:9-10
Picture this – a potter is diligently working over his clay. His hands are busy, dirty, and wet as the lump of clay turns on the spindle. He moves and shapes, cuts and indents as we seeks to shape the clay into a lovely pitcher. Suddenly, the lump of clay cries out – “Hey, what do you think you are doing – I want to be a vase, not a pitcher!”
Sound absurd? Of course it does. It is foolish to think that the clay could call out and complain to the potter about the way it is being handled. It is no less absurd when we argue and contend with the One who has made us, with our Master Potter. He is shaping us according to His perfect will – He knows exactly what He is doing. We are like the clay, we really don’t have a clue as to what he is trying to accomplish. Who do we think we are to question Him and what He is trying to do?
There are things that the Master Potter is doing in my life that I do not understand, I never will. But may I never be guilty of fighting and contending with Him. He knows best, I am no better than the clay when it comes to eternity at work.