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Jars of clay

The power, we have in us, is not ours, but God’s.

“When no bush of the field was yet in the land and no small plant of the field had yet sprung up—for the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the land, and there was no man to work the ground, 6and a mist was going up from the land and was watering the whole face of the ground— 7then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature” (ESV Gen 2,5-7)

In the beginning, there was no water, but God sent rain. He made a mist go up from the land.

He formed man of dust from the ground, and he breathed in his nose, so the man became a living creature.

We are dust, we are nothing without God. We’re dependent of Him. We need the Holy Spirit.

Jesus said: “It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life.” (John 6,63)

Adam and Eve listened to the devil and disobeyed God, and then they were separated from God. He wasn’t close to them anymore. It’s not good to be separated from God – the Creator and source of life.

God wants his children in hands, so he can take care of them and form and shape them according to his good will and plans.

God is like a potter

In Jeremiah 18, we read that God’s people were clay in his hands. They chose wickedness instead of God’s goodness. They followed their own plans and hard hearts. They were like cups with busy legs. They forgot God. They stumbled on their paths, and they walked in a wasteland where God had not built any roads. The well in God’s people was about to dry out, because they chose themselves in stead of God.
He wanted them to repent and return to him. He wanted them to trust his strong hands. He wanted to form them as clay in his hands.

The Samaritan woman

In John 4, we meet the Samaritan woman, who was about to dry out. She had a jar and wanted to fill it with water. Maybe the jar was made of clay. She was like the empty jar she carried. Jesus saw right trough her. He knew that she lived in sin. She didn’t know that water she needed the most, was not the men she had or the waterof Jakob’s well. Jesus told her the truth. He told her that he could fulfill her and give her a well inside of her:

“Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again.b The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4,13-14)

The water Jesus gives is the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit comes from faith in Jesus.

The woman knew Jesus told her the truth. He is the truth. She believed that Jesus is Christ, and he wanted to give her life and hope. Jesus is the life. She believed he could fill her empty jar, her empty heart. And she left her jar at Jakob’s well and went into the city and told the people that she had met Christ.

Fragile jars of clay

Human beings are fragile jars. The apostle Paul knew that. He knew that Jesus comes with new life, while the old man, the sin, still lives in us. Paul knew that we are just jars of clay, and the treasure, the power, that is inside of us, is not ours. It’s the Holy Spirit.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.” (2 Cor 4,7)

We have not deserved it, but Jesus is our good shepherd. He died in stead of us, and He want to fill our cups and anoint us with the Holy Spirit.

“you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” (Psalm 23,5)

In Jeremiah 18, in The old testament, God’s people were often in trouble. They forgot God and disobeyed him. God our heavenly father is holy and can’t be together with sin.

Also today, many people are children of disobedience, but they have a chance to repent and come close to God, because they have been given a door to God’s holiness. That door is Jesus. By his clean, holy, precious blood, he has opened a gate to life, to God.

It’s not because of what we have done or who we are. We have nothing to be proud of. It’s because of God’s great mercy and love for us, that he sacrificed his beloved son and saved us by grace.

And you were dead in the trespasses and sins 2in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience— 3among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the bodya and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.b 4Butc God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, 5even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— 6and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, 7so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. 8For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, 9not a result of works, so that no one may boast. (Eph 2,1-8)

Is there a way out of temptations?

She is almost done grocery shopping and is standing in the queue to payment when she hears a small voice: “mommy…” From the sound of hear voice she knows what her daughter is up to. She has discovered her favorite candy and asks her if they can buy it? It’s Monday which means there are four days to the day she can have her sweets. What is she going to choose? Will she give in to her because it’s 4 pm and they’re both tired and exhausted or will she tell her no? While discussing with herself what to do, she knows deep down how her daughter feels. Last Thursday the mother went shopping. She passed by the biscuits, the cookies and the cakes. In a hurry, she passed by the chips and the soda before she stood in the queue to payment. Then she saw it. Her favorite bar of chocolate was for sale. She made an exception and bought a thing, which wasn’t on the grocery list. She said to herself she was going to save it until Friday. The same evening she and her husband and were watching TV when they agreed they needed something sweet. She fetched the chocolate. In a few seconds the whole bar was gone. The mother stops discussing with herself.  A word comes out of her mouth,  and the girl is laying on the floor screaming, because she heard the word “no.” Temptations. Every day we face many temptations. One small piece of chocolate isn’t enough. Five minutes on Facebook isn’t enough. Quickly, five minutes become thirty minutes or sixty minutes. There are good things about Facebook, but for me there are more downsides. I’m not going to list them here, but I’m both the girl and the mother in the supermarket. I have to take the decision and allow the small girl in me to waste time on Facebook or listen to the mother in me who says “No!” I know what the right choice is, but the right choice is often the hardest and the most unpleasant one. How can we overcome temptations and make the hard, but right choice? Continue reading


I’m sitting by the keyboard when I meet a precipice. Mission impossible. Not the movie. Impossible? Wrong. Mission I AM possible. From where does the A come? From the alphabet, from the piano, from the chamber music? From the abstract? No. From the absurd? No. From the accusative? From calling on Abba? Yes. It’s God Father, who says I AM possible. I AM. I’m a possibility. To me everything is possible, God says. YAHWEH. He is the one He says He is. Powerful, strong, full of strength. So strong he can choose to be powerless, he can choose to die, to humiliate himself, he can choose to sacrifice himself. His grace is unconditional, his love is unlimited. He can forgive. He can move mountains. He can move borders. He can love the unloved. He is so holy that he loves everyone. He loves his creation infinitely. Unconditionally. Passionately. He died, but overcame death, sin, devil. He is the strongest. He is strength. God almighty.
But I am weak. Small. Powerless. Fragile. Full of sin. Full of shame. Full of thorns. I’m not a good person.
But I look at Jesus. I become silent.



Stinging weed stories

When I moved into the house I live in, it had a garden with no flowers. With the help from my mother and mother-in-law we made a perennial flower bed. Unfortunately, I was more busy taking care of house and children than gardening.

35 years ago, another garden was planted. It was built on a foundation of good vegetables and solid bushes, but there is a lot of weed. I could have removed the stinging nettles and thistles, but I the weed has grown bigger than my shoulders, and I let them sting my ears and forehead. Dandelion flowers are pretty, and my skin has almost got used to the stinging nettles. The weed tells me many stories. You can’t, you must not, you’re not good enough.


I hear the stories so often I begin to believe them. Lie becomes truth, and truth becomes lie. The stories hurt me, but I know them well, and I find it comfortable to get stung by thistles and nettles, and hide myself at feed of the weed, imaging I’m a tiny beetle crawling on the ground. The little beetle wants to dream and explore the world, but it is afraid. It’s afraid of getting outside the weed, because it fears to eaten by a bird of prey. Sometimes I want to kill the weed, but the roots have become giants, and my fingers are not strong enough to remove them.
But I know other stories.

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