Contemplative Haven: I Just Can't Do It 
I Just Can't Do It
I was all set to write a follow-up post to "What Ifs", and had selected a quotation I wanted to discuss. But after re-reading it several times, the first line kept sending me into fits of giggles. Here it is:
"...those in whom God lives are often flung into a corner like a useless bit of broken pottery."
Now, have you ever flung a useless bit of broken pottery into a corner? I know I haven't. I have flung laundry into a corner, I have flung stuffed animals into a corner, I have flung cushions into a corner, but I have never flung a useless bit of broken pottery into a corner.
All of a sudden, I want to. Of course, it would not be in the slightest the contemplative thing to do, but I would like to experience it, just once.
I only wish I had a mud floor. And some useless bits of broken pottery. Why can't you ever find these things when you need them?
posted by Gabrielle at 12:12 AM
1 Comments:
i understand your need and can say that i have flung pottery that is considered *useless*. it is quite liberating to do so :)
but as with all things we consider useless, i usually bend over and pick up the broken shards to place at the bottom of a clay pot whose end will likely be the same as that of the now-broken pot in two or three years, depending - see, when the shards are placed at the bottom of the new pot, it enables water to drain through and keep the good soil contained within.
so no matter how *broken* and *useless* we deem something (or someone, for that matter), God can always use it for good.
;)
(hope that wasn't too preachy!)
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