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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Craft (as in handcraft) (02/08/07)

TITLE: What the Clay Chose
By cindy yarger
02/11/07


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His craft was pottery. Mine was being a clump of clay. He was a Master Potter and all of His works were beyond price, whether finished or not.

From the beginning He talked to me. When He first put me on the wheel He told me that I was no longer just a clump of clay. I was now a work in progress. It was not set in stone as to what I would become. I could have a say so. Me, the little clump of clay, free to chose.

He told me that I could think hard on it and with a smile He added that I should not be all serious. I looked around His workroom and glanced upon a wide array of pieces. Stately, tall, and proud; beautiful, delicate, and intricate; common, useful, and essential, which should be my choice?

Fame wound a daydream in my thoughts so I ventured to speak on this. He scratched His stubbled chin and said that it could be done. It would not be natural to me so He would have to bolster me up. In doing so He would take from my greater strengths to add to my lesser. He said that it might hurt a bit as the natural was re-routed and in time I would wear down. I asked to think some more and He nodded His assent.

Strength flitted next across my tongue and so it was let out. The Potter simply shook His head and said it could not be. There was a tiny line through me that with strength would only crack. Nothing could be done. It saddened me and I could see that He felt it too, yet, what He said in “try again” gave me hope once more.

I took a lighter stance this time and asked for “comical”. He laughed out loud and clapped His hands, resounding “yes indeed! This shall be one element of what you will become but it is not yet the essence of all that you can be.”

Encouraged by this yes of His, I looked around again. I had a new light in my eye I think that He put there. With this light I could see a joy embedded deep within several of the pieces. This I wanted more than all and I couldn’t even say it.

“Ah…” He said as He heard me pause. “A good choice you have made, in fact it is the best. To get this joy you long for most is the hardest choice of all. It only comes to those who choose ‘yielded’ as their form.”

Thus as this clodded clump of clay looked to the Potter’s eye, I stated clearly as the choice was mine “yielded, to the Master’s choice, am I.”

The Potter took me as a clump of clay and His hands began to shape. As He worked He whistled out His tune, “well done, well done, well done.”


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Marilee Alvey02/15/07
I really enjoyed this. It was very creative and had some really unique ideas:for one, that the clay chose. It was all so true. I wanted to get on the wheel and ask for laughter and joy, too! However, things are not always what they seem. It seems more often than not, comedians are made because of sad situations they grew up in. It brings home your point that our circumstances help form us. Thank you for a tremendous read!
Sharlyn Guthrie02/17/07
I enjoyed this! I especially liked your phrase, "He laughed out loud." I could hear Him!
Jacquelyn Horne02/18/07
I enjoyed the message in this writing. We all have choices, but it would be better to let the potter tell us what those choices might mean. Thanks.
Jan Ackerson 02/18/07
I love this! I've read lots of potter/clay stories, but nothing with this highly original slant. What a marvelous idea!
Myrna Noyes02/21/07
I was drawn by your intriguing title and enjoyed your piece until the final "well done"! It made me think about the fact that we have all been given the gift of free choice, but we do not always know what is the best thing to choose in any given situation. We dwell in safety if we yield to His will for us! Thanks for a thought-provoking read!
Sara Harricharan 02/22/07
Congrats on a beautiful piece. You have some wonderful images and descriptions here. I was drawn in from the beginning and enjoyed reading all the way through. ^_^
Jen Davis02/22/07
This was a very creative entry. I loved this: “…I was no longer just a clump of clay. I was now a work in progress.” I enjoyed the piece very much and thought the ending was beautiful. Congrats on you EC placement. Great job!
Myrna Noyes02/23/07
CONGRATULATIONS!! :)
Suzanne R02/24/07
Beautiful, Cindy. I love the concept of the clay looking for input from the master craftsman - just the way it should be - by why do we barge ahead ourselves so often? Thanks for the good reminder. Your writing is excellent.