The Potter and His Pots

Last week I wrote about the bigness and majesty of God. This week I am led to speak of the smallness and fragility of humanity. A chief metaphor for this contrast between God and man is that of a potter and the pots he forms from fresh clay or he re-forms from shards of potteryContinue reading “The Potter and His Pots”

He is Here

Some days I just need to know that God is near. That he is here. That he sees, and hears, and knows. Like Hagar, desolate and alone one moment, and in the next moment comforted with this revelation: “You are the God who sees me” (Gen 16:13). Or like Jacob, dreaming of angels climbing upContinue reading “He is Here”