“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

Once a month I prepare the communion at our church. Every time I do it one of the things that catches my attention is that the four communion cups are all different. They are handmade ceramic so they are slightly different in size and shape. They’re something special about that.

Though working with clay is something I have never actually done myself, I’ve watched it in documentaries and the craftsmen make some astonishing pieces. As I watch pieces being formed by the potter’s hand it is easy to see why no pieces are identical. Each piece the potter creates is unique to that time and moment the potter calls it “done”.

It goes without saying that each of us is unique. Yet we all share one very special bond. We are all made by the caring and thoughtful hands of the same God. To quote the incredibly talented Ethel Waters, born as a result of the rape of her teenaged mother, “I know I’m somebody ’cause God don’t make no junk.”