They looked like simple clay pots. Many clay pots. Pots pieced together painstakingly from
ancient shards found under feet of rubble.
The display was intriguing to say it lightly. Yet, in all the awe of archeological
revelation, there was missing a link to the God who set this history in motion
and sustains it all.
The Dead Sea Scrolls are on display at the Franklin
Institute in Philadelphia. My Princess
delights in ancient history and is seeking to further her education in history
and archeology. I enjoyed sharing this
experience with her this past weekend. The
Scrolls were the highlight, but so much more shed light on the world of
yesterday.
The shadow, however, was the one hiding the role of our
sovereign God. In its place was a
humanistic philosophy that blanketed the human race in excuses and polytheism.
But back to the pots.
These pots held many purposes:
food, money, perfume, water, oil.
As I walked through the exhibit, God pricked my heart. These pots, despite their simplicity were
used specifically for specific people.
On the handle one would find a mark imprinted to designate the
owner. How just like God to preserve an
image used in His word for thousands of years.
As a believer, I am described as an earthen vessel, designed
by the potter. That potter has a
specific purpose for me. I am his, and
he has set his mark on me.
The Dead Sea Scrolls were found in, guess what – clay pots! Hidden during a revolt, found so many years
later by a simple shepherd, the Word of God proves again its sustainability.
We meandered for two hours admiring, reading, listening, and
learning. I believe we will not forget
that evening. God’s Word will ever be
forgotten or lost. Sadly, many will have
gone home having viewed some ancient artifacts and missed the God whose design
was found even in the clay pots.
1 comment:
The Schrolls do the scrolls! We were there the week before and are so thankful for the preservation of The Word!
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