NOT YET…

Introduction

From day break to noon and from noon to eve, and from eve to end of the day lot of events take place. Things happen in our awareness and unawareness. Everything has a purpose in our life. Our spatiotemporal reality reminds us of the shortness of our life. Events in our life happen in accordance with perfect, good eternal and good God's will. Often we fail to see or we do not want to see his will in our life working. We are in the process and not a final product. We are in the process of making…We are not yet…

There is a little story about a tea cup which will best explain this idea. 

One day a couple went in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially tea-cups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.  One some fine day in this very beautiful shop they saw a beautiful tea-cup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea-cup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup.

There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet." "Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the tea-cup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.' Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, 'Not yet.'

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better,' I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.' Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.' Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself. And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'

God knows what He's doing for all of us. For he says in the book of Jeremiahs:11 “I know the plan I have for you in my mind; plans for prosperity and not for disaster” He is the Potter, and we are His clay. He melts us, molds us and makes us continuously so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.