He is the Potter, we are the clay

June 21, 2013 chris
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He got up from the couch and walked across the room toward the window. He heard the commotion long before he saw anything.

He opened the windows by turning the handle. Slowly the horizontal panes opened enough to reveal a bunch of boys standing in the front yard. In and of itself, this wasn’t an unusual sight. He was, after all, the little league baseball coach, but there was no scheduled practice.

No, there was something odd about this gathering. What he didn’t know was that only moments ago, only a few blocks from his home, these same boys held a heated discussion about him.

Things got so bad that a line had been drawn and closed in the dirt. A chip of wood had been placed on a shoulder and knocked off.

Only seconds before the first punch was thrown, someone in the crowd said, “Let’s just go and ask him.” That’s why the boys were gathered on his front lawn.

As he took a closer look, he noticed his own son in the middle of the crowd. He left the window and opened the front door. He greeted them and covered the remaining distance across the yard.

“What’s up guys?”

“Dad, tell them, go ahead and tell them,” his son demanded, his voice cracking a bit.

“Calm down son,” he said while looked over the expecting crowd. “Tell them what?”

“Tell them that you know everything.”

He stood there, understanding dawning on him for the first time. So this is what this is all about.

“No, son, they are right. I don’t know everything.”

He watched the boys’ triumphant faces as his own son’s countenance changed.

Some of the boys started laughing, while others said, “I told you so.” That proved more than the little boy could handle and so he ran inside. His father found him crying in his bedroom. He walked over to him and wiped away his tears. He pulled out the family Bible to better explain things to his son.

“Son the only one who knows everything is God,” he explained.

The son was not yet willing to give up.

“But you taught me how to ride a bike, catch a ball and how to swim. You taught me how to dress, respect my elders and to give a man a firm handshake!”

“Yes, and I will continue to teach you many more things, but that’s what Dad’s are supposed to do. “

“I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths. When you walk, your steps will not be hampered.” (Proverbs 4: 11,12)

“Each person’s life is like a river. It is my duty to help you navigate down the river, just as my father helped me. I can tell you some things because I have gone down certain streams before. What is a mystery to you is an expected outcome to me.

“I know where the fish are biting, I know where there is smooth sailing and I know where there are white squalls. I have taken some inlets and I know the pains and pleasures from those experiences. I would be a poor dad if I didn’t teach and warn you of the perils in life.

“As you get older you may go into territories that are uncharted by me. At that point I become more of an adviser, much like a warrior who is no longer able to hunt. I still know the way and the how-to, but that season of my life has passed.

“The whole purpose of all of this is stewardship. God gave you to me and I must prepare you for a relationship with Him. There are things about life and death that only He knows. He is the creator and we are the created.”

The scriptures state, “Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding. Esteem her, and she will exalt you: embrace her, and she will honor you.”

Whatever you do, remember this – you make your decisions and God will use those decisions to make you.

Rudolph Williams and Deverick Williams provided the inspiration for this column.