Recently I attended a singles’ talk in church where the speaker mentioned about a Japanese art called Kintsugi.
Kintsugi is an ancient Japanese form of art wherein gold is used to fix broken pottery. With gold added, the finished product then becomes more expensive than when it was still in its previous form. What is even more interesting when I read about it is that the art actually emphasizes the ceramic’s broken state, leaving visible traces of cracks and breaks — of mending, rather than hiding them. Amazing, right?
While it did tugged a string in my heart, I actually couldn’t buy the “beautiful” part in the brokenness until I looked up Kintsugi on Pinterest and found this masterpiece:
I found myself contesting that this might be a fake, since it seemed unflawed and too beautiful. However, as I looked into other works and people actually applying the technique to broken ceramics, my doubts vanished. They looked more charming and artistic with gold outlining the cracks. Every finished piece is so unique as one’s set of cracks is so different from another’s.
Now, reason with me. Only the one doing the repair knows how it would look like after the process. Have you ever watched an artist work from conceptualization, preparation, execution and exhibition? I do not know if the terms I used were what they use, but one thing I am sure of is that it would appear messy in the process. With all materials laid out, someone observing may not make sense of what was used, or why were they laid out in such a manner, but the artist knows. What appears as messy from the outside finds order in the mind of the creator. That is what I always find incredibly amazing about art. The artist’s genius wouldn’t be acknowledged unless the completed masterpiece is out for people to marvel at.
It reminded me of God and how I used to question everything that He did, and has allowed to happen in my life; until He spoke into my heart through Jeremiah when the Lord came to him and said:
“O Israel, can I not do to you as this potter has done to his clay? As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” Jeremiah 18:6 NLT
I was reminded of who the artist is, and who ultimately holds my life, and is my life (Colossians 3:4). Then, can He not do with me as He will? Who am I to contest the beauty that He is working in me? Am I not but a spectator and He the Artist? Am I not pen and He is Writer? Am I not clay and He is Potter? After such a humbling heart check, I was convinced that He is up to something so beautiful. How can He not, when even the sunrises and sunsets I enjoy, and the moon and stars that cheer me up at night fall in His artist’s portfolio?
So darling, there may be parts in His technique that you may not understand, but know that He’s got it all in His mind. While you and I are still picturing what His will is, He has everything laid out in blueprint. And just as how unique every crack and outline is, yours are unique from others; so you should stop comparing. He is so creative, you see?
So while we think everything is a mess in our life right now, He has gold (and could be even more precious than gold) to add to the broken pieces. His hand is more than able to make us into something more beautiful than our unscathed form when we came into this world.
Until then, be clay and yield to the process.
What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’ Does the pot exclaim, ‘How clumsy can you be?’ Isaiah 45:9 NLT
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