Oh Vessel Picked from Cluttered Drawers

Oh Vessel Picked from Cluttered Drawers

Oh Vessel Picked from Cluttered Drawers

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The other day I noticed the kettle sitting at the center of our stove. It’s an important vessel for my morning routine. It boils water for the morning pour-over cup of joe. It was thoughtfully designed for this special purpose, to brew up joy for people starting the day.

We use it so much I didn’t even notice. The shinny pot, once an attractive vessel in our kitchen, was an eyesore. So, I began to wash it, not sure if the gunk would even come off. But, after a thorough cleaning, it looked as good as new.

In a house, there are all kinds of containers. Some hold garbage, and leftover tidbits of food. Others discarded pieces headed for the recycle bin. We don’t want to be stinky bins, holding bitterness, resentment, fear, wickedness, hatred, and shame.

You are a special vessel in God’s house. He designed and created you for good works, for his glory. He wants to fill you with the water of the Holy Spirit, so you can be poured out and bless others. Question. Is your vessel clean, filled, and ready for use? If not, there’s hope today. You can be washed and made new by the grace of Jesus Christ. Let’s cleanse ourselves so we’ll be ready when God sends an opportunity our way.

2 Timothy 2:21 says, “In a well-furnished kitchen there are not only crystal goblets and silver platters, but waste cans and compost buckets—some containers used to serve fine meals, others to take out the garbage. Become the kind of container God can use to present any and every kind of gift to his guests for their blessing.”

Cold country kettle caked in a crust of grime.
Circular base, a blackened ring of hardened slim.
Filthy stains fade brown rising up stainless side.
Dirty grease from other pots as it sat in innocence.

Beneath the thermometer lid, come closer and peer.
Brown mineral residue dulls steel walls once clear.
It sat center of the stove, now shoved to the rear.
Luster faded after years of brewing joy for others.

Oh, vessel, picked from cluttered chaotic drawers.
Oh, prized pot he never forgot. You’re still the Lord’s.
Call and he will wash, gunk gone, clean to the core.
Boiling over living water, pouring you out for blessing.

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