Throwing clay is a profession unchanged, for today, as centuries ago, it consists of just three parts: the potter, the wheel and the clay. A metaphor arises out of the image: The potter is God’s authority, the wheel is the circumstances in which we live, and the clay is our nature being molded by God.
God, my circumstances, and my life is an interesting metaphor. God has a thought of me, the circumstances of my life are turning and fashioning what God plans for me to be. However, I can rebel and take the clay out of the Potter’s hands, but to do so is to render my life useless. Think of the wrecks in the potter’s field; half formed, marred, and broken. Lives that might have been forms of beauty, but they did not yield.
“So they used the money to buy the potter’s field” (Matt 27:7), and they called it the field of blood (Cf. 8). We are all wrecks in the potter’s field that was bought with the blood money. “But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping as it seemed best to him” (Jer. 18:4).