The Tea Cup
There was a couple who took a trip
to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to
celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They
both liked antiques and pottery, and especially
teacups. Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked
"May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup
spoke, "You don't understand. I have not always
been a teacup. There was a time when I was just a
lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me
pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled
out, "Don't do that." "I don't like it!" "Let me
alone," but he only smiled, and gently said; "Not
Then. WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and
suddenly I was spun around and around and around.
"Stop it ! I'm ! getting so dizzy! I'm going to be
sick!", I screamed. But the master only nodded and
said, quietly; 'Not yet.'
He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out
of shape to suit himself and then...... Then he
put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I
yelled and knocked and pounded at the door." Help!
Get me out of here!" I could see him through the
opening and I could read his lips as he shook his
head from side to side, 'Not yet'.
When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute,
the door opened. He carefully took me out and put
me on he shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt
so good! "Ah, this is much better," I thought.
But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed
and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible.
I thought I would gag. 'Oh, please; Stop it, Stop
it!! I cried. He only shook his head and said.
Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only
it was not like the first one. This was twice as
hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I
pleaded. I screamed. I cried I was convinced I
would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just
then the door opened and he took me out and again
placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited
and waited, wondering "What's he going to do to me
hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at
yourself.' And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that
couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful!"
Quietly he spoke: "I want you to remember, then,'
he said, 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded
and patted, but had I just left you alone, you'd
have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin
around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you
would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot
and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put
you there, you would have cracked. I know the
fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all
over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would
have hardened. You would not have had any color in
your life. If I hadn't put you back in that second
oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because
the hardness would not have held. Now you are a
finished product. Now you are what I had in mind
when I first began with you."
The moral of this story is this: God knows what
He's doing for each of us He is the potter, and we
are His clay. He will mold us and make us, and
expose us to just enough pressures of just the
right kinds that we may be made into a flawless
piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing and
perfect will. So when life seems hard, and you are
being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond
endurance; when your world seems to be spinning
out of control; when you feel like you are in a
fiery furnace of trials; when life seems to
"stink", try this....
Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest
tea cup, sit down and think on this story and
then, have a little talk with the Potter.
If he brings you to it .
He will see you through it.
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