December 17, 2013

There is a prayer, written as a poem, in today’s box.

Change my heart oh God,

Make it ever true,

Change my heart, oh God,

May I be like you.

You are the potter,

I am the clay,

Mold me and make me,

This is what I pray.

The poem is surrounded by images of people formed from plasticine.  In the background is a photograph of clay on a wheel in a potter’s hands.  This is the scripture verse for inspiration:

Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;

we are the clay, and you are our potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

Isaiah 64:8

Here’s the box:

What does it mean to be formed by God?  If we are all made in the image of God, can we see the beauty in each one?  Can we live as if it is true.  Can every human glimpse that in one another?

In a world where there is so much emphasis on a particular perception of beauty, we need that prayer and that vision.  We need new eyes for seeing and new hearts for loving.

Maybe, just maybe, the world can be transformed if we can truly care about one another.

The candles of hope, peace and joy continue to light our way.