“The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying, O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.” (Jeremiah 18:1-6)
Now let’s be serious. There are *some* people, that, when you pray for them, it almost turns you off, because you feel like your prayers are hitting a brick wall. Such was my experience recently, when I ventured to pray for the mother of one of my friends. I will describe her as “hard as a stone.” My problem was that I was praying for her like I would pray for someone who wasn’t hard. But this lady is different (at least in my opinion). She is “hard, immovable, a large boulder without intention of ever moving, totally unsurrendered, stiff-necked, rebellious, and all the rest!”. In short, this lady “just ain’t like the others.” If I had to bet whether it might possibly rain bazooka bubble gums, or this lady might repent, I’d place the bazooka bubble gums with a ten-to-one greater possibility. In my own estimation, it’s that bad.
Now as I was kneeling there by my bedside recently, I had that “sense” that I should be praying for my friend’s mother. “Oh, Lord, …” but … forget it! That prayer was simply the dry approach, and I could just “tell” it was rebounding off the nearest wall back at me. “This prayer isn’t going to go anywhere!” I mustered to myself. It was plain and simple. I simply had no faith for this lady … not with a prayer like that, anyway. It was time to get serious: dead serious! Carefully, I reworded my prayer. I had to. If I hadn’t, it would have been better for me to have packed it in right there and gotten up from where I was kneeling. This time, it was in accordance with faith — but interestingly, would have been all too quickly tossed out of about 95% of the churches that I ever attended. (But this was it, folks, for I know the Lord heard me this time).
“Lord, take that ball of clay and squish it! Squish it well, Lord, and refashion it completely!”
Ah… faith! I felt something … something good! I felt a sense of relief. For once, I was *honest* with the Lord about how I felt about his woman. “Yes, Lord, squish it!”
Now 99% of the other people in the world who ever prayed for this woman might not have ever, nor will ever, pray like that. And that might be “all right” for them, for maybe God still hears their prayers in situations like this one. But in my own circumstance, if I was to be completely *honest* with God, well, that’s the type of prayer I had to pray. “Lord, squish it. Squish that ball of clay and remould it, refashion it, rework it, and remake it!”
Of course, in praying this way, I was likening her life to a lump of clay, as we read in passages like Isaiah 64:8, Jeremiah 18:1-6, and Lamentations 4:2:
“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” (Isaiah 64:8)
“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.” (Jeremiah 18:6)
“The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!” (Lamentations 4:2)
Today, may it please the Lord to “squish” all that is not fashioned properly, and to remould it, refashion it, rework it, and remake it. That includes us, as his people! We don’t pray this way because we wish to inflict harm on others, but, rather, so that they might have a fighting chance at making it through heaven’s gates when their time comes. We can all think of a bunch of people that need to be “remade” by the Lord. Perhaps you feel that your prayers are falling on deaf ears. Is it time for you to ask the Lord, in love, to “squish” that lump of clay … and remake it?