I must admit, I was gutted when it happened. ALL the pots that I had made with different people all day had cracked or broken when drying and getting ready for firing. The first thought that came to me was, ‘I have to fix them all…’ However not having a spare few days at hand I then thought, I’m just going to fire them and use what I have got.
I am so grateful that I did.
Not only do the pots look beautiful, fragile, somewhat mystical together, they also symbolize something of what it means to be a follower of Jesus. The thought keeps coming to me as I look at them: ‘Despite being broken, my life overflows.’ You see the cups I meant to make were supposed to be water-tight and filled with water to show the overflow we can have from God; the point being our cup doesn’t need to be half empty or half full. Psalm 23 declares that it over-spills, ‘my cup runneth over’ as the King James version puts it. Or ‘my cup brims with blessing’ as The Message puts it.
The sculpture was somewhat more poignant as I set it up with the help of some members of Chelmsley Wood Baptist Church when we heard news of a murder the previous evening. The community is broken and in need of blessing that brims over. We spoke to a few people about having a life, not of pessimism or optimism, but rather one of overflowing with something that is ‘other’ and beyond our own resources. Gushing over with the Spirit of God.
Anyway, here is a slide show of the finished sculpture. The title is: ‘despite my brokenness my life overflows.’