One of my favourite bands is: Jars of Clay. I bet this is where their name came from.
What does this scripture mean? I am merely a jar of clay, fragile, made from dirt, but beautiful in the eyes of the creator.
Tonight I watched a programme on SBS Australia about Richard III of England. Apparently the man had a severe scoliosis of his spine. The presenters investigated how a man, like him, could ride a horse, clad in armour, and fight like he was reported to have fight. A young man called Dominic was his double. Dominic was very skinny but had severe scoliosis. Being a part of the programme did wonders for Dominic, he was growing before my eyes, a part of him was healing. Lord heal Him. Amen!
Before I watched this programme I watched tail end of the 6pm church service at C3 Sydney. Pastor Phil Pringle was praying for healing for those with hip and then spinal injuries. It is interesting that I should then watch this programme.
Recently I prayed for a woman with RSI in her right wrist. She told me the background of the causes of her disorder and I recognised a need for emotional healing first, then physical healing. She is healed to this day and reminds me often about it.
As I prayed with Pastor Phil for those he was praying for I was led to pray for the emotional damage caused to one young man who had been shot. I sensed God wanted to heal him deeply.
You and I are jars of clay but we have treasure within. What an honour! The glory of God did not insist on a bejewelled box to inhabit, but chose to inhabit a jar of clay. Praise Him!
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