Treasure in Jars of Clay

An illustration of a fragile clay jar cracking open with bright light shining through, symbolizing God’s treasure in weak and broken people.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay
to show that this all-surpassing power
is from God and not from us.”
(2 Corinthians 4:7)

Treasure in a Fragile Clay Jar

“I am not impressive.

I have nothing much to boast about.

I am lacking and weak.

Like a clay jar that shakes at the smallest impact,

that could shatter with a single blow of a hammer.

To someone like me,

to a person like that,

God has planted the gospel.

He has given me His love,

Jesus Christ.”

Not long ago, while I was walking my dog,

these words came to mind,

and this confession rose up inside me—

a confession I could not help but make.

How great is the grace of God

who planted the gospel in me.

I am overwhelmed

by the fact that I have received this grace.

Sometimes all I can do

is let my tears fall.

I am someone who is easily shaken

by the slightest impact.

Careless words from others

can crack my heart.

I am truly as weak

as a jar of clay.

When the Enemy Throws Stones at Our Hearts

There are times when the arrows of the enemy

feel like they will completely break me.

“You are not enough.”

“You are too weak.”

“You can’t do it.

You will fail again.

They will laugh at you again.

You are nothing.”

When these stones are thrown at my heart,

it feels as if I might just fall apart.

And yet there is something I am deeply thankful for.

Truly, deeply thankful.

It is this:

that I do not completely shatter.

Cracks may form,

but I do not explode into pieces.

I may fall,

but I can rise again.

Why is that?

Because Christ Jesus lives in me.

Even if I wanted to be utterly ruined,

I cannot be.

I have become someone

who cannot be destroyed.

Held Together by the One Who Lives in Us

What a joyful truth this is.

The One who began a good work in me

will carry it on to completion—

this is what I believe.

My heart

may be chipped and bruised

by the stones that fly toward me,

but still, I will keep walking.

Step by step,

tired feet on the ground,

but never alone—

walking with Christ Jesus

who lives in me.