Sermon – “Every Person Counts”
Introduction
Years ago, I took a pottery class at a local park. We learned the basics of throwing pots, of smashing a lump of clay down on the center of the wheel, then gradually bringing the wheel up to speed as we pushed the lump into a more or less hemispherical blob, perfectly centered on the wheel. That was the first hard thing – get it wrong and nothing else would go right.
Then the next step was to somehow push down in the center and with your other hand on the outside, begin to draw up the wall of a pot. Keeping your hands wet, always keeping your hands wet, moving over this wall, you could gradually elongate and thin the material and give it a graceful form.
Or maybe it would buckle and cave in — as it did for me, again and again. I think I was cursed with genetically too-dry hands. Or my sense of center was off. Or something.