One of the loneliness corners to find yourself in is an overpowering sense of incompetency. We are measured, compared, expected, and taught to fit within the world’s definition of purposed. The flaw in this mindset is the inarguable detriment of inept nature this has on our minds. It’s un-achievable, impossible, non-existent. So, the very real and very tangible emotion of uselessness can wipe our hearts clear of faith, hope, and worth- it leads to that dark corner where you ask yourself, does it really matter that I am here?
Yes, but not by this life’s standards and requirements.
Picture a handmade clay pot. It is designed to hold something, to store, to carry. It has a purpose behind its creation. Yet, it is fragile and delicate, easily broken, and cheap in material. We are a clay pot among a perishing world. In our flesh, we are frail and weak; nothing but the clay coated around bones and blood to simply exist and collect dust. We search for something to fill us, something to carry and hold on to, we desire to fulfill the calling we have, yet have no words for what that looks like.
2 Corinthians 4: 7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us
We do not exist without a purpose or without a mission. We have been wonderfully made for the very ability to hold and to carry. With our fragile bodies we glorify God. With our weak surface we find strength in Him. With our breakable flesh we rely on His provision. We are not meant to live in this world of ours, but rather, live a life for Christ until we are called back to Him in heaven.
But like the clay pot, created to hold water, we are made fragile to carry His truth. We cannot be strength ourselves and expect there to be room for God- we must let go of our own to let His overtake us. The pots that linger on the surface, collecting dust and waiting to be used, are the ones that perish without fulfillment. The ones that accept its’ fragility and do the work it was created for, live a holy and eternal life.
The fruitless aspects of our lives inevitably involve our knowledge of who we are and why we do what we do. That lonely corner makes itself look cozy when we’ve hit a point of uncertainty in that knowledge; and find it easier to retreat, rather than stand out. Why? Because the rejection from flesh is one of the strongest lies the devil plays. An unworthiness in the work place, with friends, with passions- we cling to our identity in these measurements because that is the kind of clay we’re made of, the kind of person we’ve become, and where we seek our purpose.
The problem is, we tend to choose collecting dust, rather than risk breaking.
1 Corinthians 10:13 No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it
If our body is perishing, if this world is perishing, then why do we cling to the very skin and blood that makes us, us? We are meant to give our lives for Christ, denying our flesh, and taking up our cross. If that is so, and as Christians claim this to be true, then the breakable, fragile and weak parts of our bodies mean nothing in comparison to the glory we are giving our Lord.
He provides us with a purpose that demolishes the very existence of the word useless. Our creation itself evaporates the idea that we are anything less than called and chosen. This worlds measurement is uncalibrated, unable to withstand the weight of God’s vision and divine plan for who we are and what we can do.
I am a weak, fragile, and perishing body that is not afraid to shatter in the name of Jesus. I will not sit on my hands, collecting fear and expectations from the sin of this world, while there is a mission from God that needs to be fulfilled. I will hold, carry, and store whatever truth and calling God has ordained for my life, knowing that the clay I’m made from will crack and fade. God will protect me; He will oversee me; and He will love me.
We are not useless my friends, but rather very, very capable in the hands of our Father.