Few souls understand what
God would accomplish in them
if they were to abandon themselves
unreservedly to Him and
if they were to allow His grace
to mold them accordingly.

- St. Ignatius of Loyola 

Prayer

Lord,
You are our Father.
We are the clay,
You are the potter.
We are all the work
Of your hands.

Father,
Into your hands, we
Surrender our spirits,
Heal our hearts,
Mold our minds,
Shape our souls.
Amen. 

The Potter Knows the Clay

I know you are going through the fire
It’s getting hard to stand the heat
But even harder is the wondering
Is God’s hand still on me
It’s lonely in the flames
When you’re counting days of pain

But the Potter knows the clay
How much pressure it can take
How many times around the wheel
’Til there’s submission to His will
He’s planned a beautiful design
But it’ll take some fire and time
It’s gonna be okay
’Cause the Potter knows the clay

Friend I just came through that fire
Not too very long ago
And looking back I can see why
And that my God was in control
But on the hottest days I’d cry
Oh Lord, isn’t it about time

But the Potter knows the clay
How much pressure it can take
How many times around the wheel
’Til there’s submission to His will
He’s planned a beautiful design
But it’ll take some fire and time
It’s gonna be okay
’Cause the Potter knows the clay

Artist: The Perrys 

Here I am! Me voilà! Ecco mi! Da bin ich! 

Yet you, Lord, are our Father. 

We are the clay, You are the potter. 

We are all the work of Your hand. 

(Isaiah 64:8) 

Que Sera

♪ ♫ Que Sera, Sera ... whatever will be, will be 
The future's not ours to see 
Que Sera, Sera ... what will be, will be. ♪ ♫ 

Vessels of Honour

O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it: Why hast thou made me thus?
Or hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump, to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
(Romans 9:20-21) 

These verses show that we are not to dispute with our Maker, nor to reason with Him as to why He does not give as much grace to one as to another.

Because the whole lump of our clay is vitiated by sin, it is owing to

• His goodness and mercy that He makes out of it a vessel of honour 
• His justice that it be made into a vessel of dishonour in punishment of unrepented sin 

The Vertical Dimension

Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us

Melt us
Mould us
Fill us
Use us

Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us

Father

Father, I place into your hands the things that I can't do.
Father, I place into your hands the times that I've been through.
Father, I place into your hands the way that I should go,
For I know I always can trust you.

Father, I place into your hands my friends and family.
Father, I place into your hands the things that trouble me.
Father, I place into your hands the person I would be,
For I know I always can trust you.

Father, we love to seek your face, we love to hear your Voice.
Father, we love to sing your praise, and in your Name rejoice.
Father, we love to talk with you and in your Presence rest,
For we know we always can trust you.

Father, I want to be with you and do the things you do.
Father, I want to speak the words that you are speaking too.
Father, I want to love the ones that you will draw to you,
For I know that I am one with you.

Happy Father's Day!

Vice Versa

Although I continue with my experiments in languages, memorable and enduring experiences remain to guide me. I am neither an expert on languages nor a linguist; I do not claim to be either. 

However, when an author attempts a different expression and a form that has not been considered, the effects of the language on its author tend to go unnoticed. I am partly to blame for not sharing this personal experience with my readers, most of whom know that I live in silence and some perhaps even think that I am on a distant mystical quest.

Claylanguage allows me to lose myself and only preserves my voice and vice versa. 

The greatest experience the language has on me is that of the abundant love returned by the love, faith, and hope that are spread via Claylanguage even beyond this blog. 

मुझे ना चाह

मुझे ना चाह कोई

सदा तुझे चाहा, 

न मैं कहीं भटकू 

तु मेरा चरवाहा |

जहाँ हरित उपवन 

वहाँ मुझे ले चलो,

जहाँ वहे मीठा जल 

प्रभु मुझे ले चलो | 

जहाँ हो राह सही 

वहाँ मुझे ले चलो,

जहाँ हो सत्य अटल 

प्रभु मुझे ले चलो | 

Change My Heart Oh God

Lent is more than fast and abstinence.

The season also requires a change of heart.

My favorite hymn for this season...

Change my heart oh God,

Make it ever true. 

Change my heart oh God,

May I be like You. 

You are the potter;

I am the clay.

Mold me and make me, 

This is what I pray. 

Change my heart oh God,

Make it ever true. 

Change my heart oh God,

May I be like You.

Mysticism of Claylanguage

• God as the Potter 
• Humans as clay 
• Planet Earth as the Potter’s wheel 
• A spiritual vessel as the Potter’s plan 
• The Potter knows the clay and chooses the clay as His own—Potter’s clay 
• The size, shape, and use of the vessel are as per the Potter’s plan 
• The clay submits to the Potter for a vessel has to be created 
• The clay is completely yielded and still to the molding of the Potter 
• The Potter has complete power over the clay 
• The clay is molded into a vessel of honor 
• The Potter molds a vessel to His pleasure as seems good to Him (Jeremiah 18:4) 
• God created us, and He continues to mold us in His image as we serve Him 
• The clay is always grateful to the Potter 

Yatsar

Yatsar (יצר - Hebrew) means God used his hands to mold man from clay as a potter molds his work.

In the account of Creation (Genesis),
God spoke the sky and earth and their contents into existence.
However, man was created differently.
Man was not spoken into existence.
Man was molded into existence.

I love the word yatsar because it describes a process of forming, molding, or shaping things into a desired form.
Yatsar is the keyword in Claylanguage.

Faith in the Potter

As the clay in the hand of the potter, so are we in the hand of God. I love these verses from the Holy Bible.

The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying: “Rise up and descend into the house of the potter, and there you will hear my words.” And I descended into the house of the potter, and behold, he was making a work on the wheel. And the vessel, which he was making with his hands out of clay, broke. And turning away, he made another vessel, for it had been pleasing in his eyes to make it. Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying: “Am I not able to do with you, O house of Israel, just as this potter has done, says the Lord? Behold, like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. (Jeremiah 18:1–6) 

Have Thine Own Way, Lord

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.

Lyrics: Adelaide A. Pollard
Music: George C. Stebbins