The vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. Cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are ye in Mine hand.
Jer. 18:4, 6
When a piece of steel has been subjected to such stress that it has lost its power to recover its elasticity, it is said to be distorted. But it can be made right again. It is put in the furnace, and so it recovers what it had lost. Perhaps we have given way under the great stress of temptation and become “distorted.” Perhaps we have lost hope of ever recovering. “I am like this now; I shall always be like this.” Are we willing to be put into any furnace of God’s choosing if only we may be made fit for His use? We cannot choose our furnace. Sometimes it is the furnace of affliction of Isaiah 48:10. But always there is hope. Cannot I do with you as this potter? asks the Lord. We are in His hand, and no one can snatch us from His grasp. Our dear Lord says, My Father, which gave them Me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of My Father’s hand (John 10:29).