My jar broke
Ok so we’re back with the clay vessels again
And this time it’s the bull in the china shop
But it’s all clay and all dust and dusty water and some of its nice looking but most of its garbage with dirt flakes and straw bits poking out and it smells like horse shit next door and the ground has some dead bugs and dust bits in the corner and it smells like earth but more importantly, horse shit.
We all want to be pretty plastic vessel with happy crappy lids
So we don’t spill in the car.
If he broke your lid so your light could shine in the carpool lane
Or he made you a straw bits Mohawk so you couldn’t pass into Weavers downtown with the nice socks
Would you still want to be a jar?
You could be a lego spaceship or a four leaf clover
And he made you a damn jar,
And the mud bits, they dissolve in water right?
Could the fire be to keep you as you are?
Not just to preserve the scary bits that are really goodness
But to make all of it last so that next time
When you are alone in a room that smells like horse shit
You can remember that the God who burned it all to last
Including shaving off that straw Mohawk so it would let you return to the socks section
That he loves you enough to burn off all the other Scary
That he would die for you enough so that it lasts?
I hope so.
One of my favorites is a girl that gets scared about jars sometimes
But she has the biggest heart of most people I know that know both goodness and not goodness
And she is the best fucking jar I could imagine for who he made her
And it breaks my lid to think that she would ever feel like he didn’t make her perfect as perfect as her
Because if your light isn’t his then it isn’t yours
And nobody needs lids in the first place
Not if we are all going to see
I hope that all our lids are burnt off permanently, and soon
Let it shine uncontrollably into blindness
Let the stumbling be super obvious so that my friend who is the most beautiful jar I can think of
Will know that above all
She is beautiful.