The Potter, the Clay

How odd to look at MRIs, pictures of your bones.

The fragility of a body’s bones is evident; depending on the severity of the break, fractures glow on ethereal film, like paper cuts or grotesquely shaped distortions.

I wonder what it would look like if we could see the skeletal structure of our spirits.

If it were plainly obvious to the naked eye as on an X ray, or even looking in a mirror, how would my spiritual skeleton look?

If I were sitting at a sidewalk cafe as people pass, could I see how sturdy each spiritual skeleton is? Or could I see the flag wrapped around each one’s heart?

In a way, the human skeleton is much like the foundation of a house: porous bones are weak and cannot fully support the weight of the body

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The child’s leg was grotesquely broken, the skin sliced and the foot nearly severed. Would it require amputation?

She was air flighted to the hospital and once there, surrounded by countless angels, cleaning, wiping, setting before the surgery to repair what had been not only broken but severely damaged.

One year later the child’s bone was completely knit together.

One year later, she was leaping and dancing.

Her bones were healed, now the strongest in her body: made whole, knit together well, as was the spirit of her mother who herself had been wounded by what happened.

This healing you could see, but I wonder: could I see my spirit, too, healed?

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And the vessel that he made of clay was broken in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. (Jeremiah 18:4)