“Cracked pots”

” Cracked pots”
Devotion in Motion
Monday Inspiration
 Matthew 27:6–8
 “But the chief priests took the silver pieces and said, “It is not lawful to put them into the treasury, because they are the price of blood.” And they consulted together and bought with them the potter’s field, to bury strangers in. Therefore that field has been called the Field of Blood to this day.” 
What was a potter’s field?———
In Bible times, if a potter discovered cracks or chips in something he had made, he would throw the marred vessel outside of his shop. Over time, the area would become full of broken pottery and because you couldn’t plant anything there, it was good for nothing except to use as a cemetery for strangers and travelers who had no other place to be buried.
Think with me for a moment…
The blood money that was used to betray Jesus Christ, was the same money that was used to buy the place where broken pottery and dead bodies were buried. That’s just what we are in a sense, we’re shattered, dead, and good for nothing.
You might be asking yourself, What hope is there for broken pottery?
Only this: if it can be heated hot enough and placed back in water once again, it will again become pliable, usable and redeemable.
In the same way, if we as broken pieces of pottery become,
Heated by the trials the Lord allows in us,
Warmed by the love He has for us, and
Washed by the water of the Word He gives to us,
we begin to be re-shaped and used for His glory.
If you’re feeling a bit broken up, if you seem like you can’t get things back together again. If you are feeling a bit like a picasso. Know this. That though the world might say you are good for nothing. Though the world might look at you in disgust. The Lord purchased you by his own blood and to him you are a masterpiece being created by the hands of the master.


Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only
two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make
it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and
gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not
quite understand what changed its worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch
of a master’s hand.”


And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A
“mess of pottage,” a glass of wine; a game – and he travels on. “He is
going” once, and “going twice, He’s going and almost gone.” But the Master
comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul
and the change that’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.


Myra ‘Brooks’ Welch

 For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God,  not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:8-10
“All our difficulties are only platforms for the manifestations of His grace, power and love”.
Victor Tafoya
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