Using Me, In Spite of Me

Once again, proof positive that God uses cracked pots.

If we're to be clay vessels (you know, jars of clay)... we ought to be cracked pots. Let what's inside spill out so that everybody can see what we hold dear.

That way... even in spite of me... God's able to show his glory through.

Thank God it's not just up to me. All I have to be is a cracked pot. I can handle that.