The Master Pours in to Pour Out

SCRIPTURE: “For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.” 2 Corinthians 4:6-7

The Master was searching for a vessel to use. Before Him were many which one would
He choose? “Take me,” cried the gold one, “I’m shiny and bright, am of great value, and I do
things just right. My beauty and luster will outshine the rest and for someone like You, Master, gold would be best.”

The Master passed on with no word at all and looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall. “I’ll
serve You, dear Master; I’ll pour out Your wine. My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true
and my silver will certainly compliment You.”

Unheeding, the Master passed on to the vessel of brass, wide-mouthed and shallow and
polished like glass. “Here, here,” cried the vessel, “I know I will do. Place me on Your table for all men to view.”

The Master came next to the vessel of wood polished and carved, it solidly stood. “You
may use me, dear Master,” the wooden bowl said, “but I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread.”

Then the Master looked down on a vessel of clay, empty, and broken it helplessly laid. No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose to cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use. “Oh, this is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find. I’ll mend it, use it, and make it all mine. I need not the vessel with the pride of itself. Nor one that is big-mouthed, shallow, and loud. Nor one that displays its contents so proud.” Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay mended and cleansed it and filled it that day. He spoke to it kindly, “There’s work you must do. Just pour out to others what I pour into you.”

PRAYER: Yes, Lord I’m empty and broken so do Your marvelous and supernatural work in me so that You can be glorified through me. YOUR GLORY!!! YOUR STORY!!!
Sis. Cheryl Torain Credits the poem, “The Chosen Vessel” by Beulah V. Cornwall