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I’m in the middle of collecting my thoughts for a series of “reset” posts – how my understanding of faith and life have been altered over the past couple of years.  Until then, I wanted to share this.

Last night I was able to experience one of Rob Bell’s signature presentations of faith as he stopped in Charlotte for his Drops like Stars.  After weaving each thought into what can only be called a work of art, he gave us this quote, from a novel by Susan Howatch, spoken by a sculptor character named Harriet March.  She said this:

“That’s creation . . . you can’t create without waste and mess and sheer undiluted slog.  You can’t create without pain.  It’s all part of the process.  It’s in the nature of things . . .  So in the end every major disaster, every tiny error, every wrong turning, every fragment of discarded clay, all the blood, sweat, and tears – everything has meaning.  I give it meaning.  I reuse, reshape, recast all that goes wrong so that in the end nothing is wasted and nothing is without significance and nothing ceases to be precious to me.”

For someone who is just now realizing the value of the discarded clay, these are powerful, powerful words.