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would ask again, “What are you making?”  And I would take another
        piece of clay and was asked, “Butchie, is that an ash tray?”  I said,
        “Yes.”  I had no plan.  I made a ball.  I made a pancake.  I made a
        snake but I had no purpose.

        When Jeremiah went to the potter’s house he saw the mind of the
        potter and that he was making something.  It’s not a game with God.
        Pottery is His vocation.  It’s not His hobby.  He’s not trying to amuse
        Himself with clay.  You are not an experiment with the Lord.  When
        He  deals  with  us,  He  has  in  His  mind  what  He  is  doing.    He’s
        determined  to  make  each  of  us  according  to  His  purpose  and
        knowing how great the Lord is, it’s a wise and loving purpose.
        The clay doesn’t know what is going on.  It’s not going to help for
        the clay to get fussy and complain.  The clay can’t kick and rebel
        and can’t murmur.  It knows nothing.  Especially, the clay can’t give
        the potter advice.  The clay must just allow the potter to do what He
        is doing.  That’s the first thing that He said; that He was making
        something.  He saw the potter’s mind.

        As he watched he saw something else.  Jeremiah 18:3, “Then I went
        down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something on
        the wheel.”  He saw the potter’s hands and the hands were working
        with the clay; sometimes on the outside and sometimes on the inside.
        And He observed a very skillful hand.  Sometimes He would press
        and  sometimes  He  would  scrape  off  some  clay.    Sometimes  He
        would pound it.  He would poke the clay and scrape the clay and
        move the clay and sometimes it seemed gentle and sometimes it
        seemed  hard.    He  began  to  see  that  when  the  pressure  was  the
        greatest the vessel was most unique.

        Jeremiah watched the potter.  He saw his mind and that he had a
        purpose.  He saw his hands and saw that he had skill.  But then he
        kept looking and he saw something else.  The clay was on a wheel.
        It was called a throwing wheel.  In those days there was no electric
        motor.  In fact, there were no pedals.  They had two wheels; a small
        wheel  on  top  and  a  large  wheel  on  the  bottom  and  there  was  a
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