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Romans 9
Clay in the Hands of the Potter

Paul anticipates the next question: “Then why does God still blame us?” If God’s in control, are we just puppets? But Paul doesn’t offer a philosophical answer—he responds with a posture check. “Who are you, a human being, to talk back to God?”

It’s not a harsh rebuke—it’s a reminder. He is the potter. We are the clay. The clay doesn’t critique the hands shaping it. And Paul pushes deeper: What if God, choosing to show His wrath and make His power known, bore with great patience the very ones destined for destruction? Not because He enjoys judgment—but because even in that, He’s revealing something about His mercy to those prepared for glory.

The picture is not about dismissing people as objects. It’s about perspective. God is patient, merciful, sovereign—and ultimately, His plan is bigger than we can comprehend. We’re not called to figure out every piece. We’re called to trust the One shaping the clay.

There’s a deep humility in this truth. You don’t shape yourself. You don’t control the outcomes. But you can yield. And in yielding, you become a vessel—not just of function, but of honour. Not by effort, but by the mercy of the Potter’s hand.