Teacup Story

There was a couple who loved to visit England and shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery, especially tea cups. One day in a tiny shop they saw an exquisite tea cup. "Oh! May we look at that one?" they asked. "We've never seen one quiet that beautiful." As they lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea cup spoke.

"I haven't always been a tea cup, you know. There was a time when I was raw, ugly clay. But my master picked me up, molding me and squeezed me over and over until I cried out 'Let me alone!' But he only smiled 'Not yet.'

"Then he placed me on a wheel," the tea cup continued, "and suddenly I was spun around and around 'Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!' I screamed. But the master said, 'Not yet.'

"Next he put me in the oven. I never imagined such heat. I wondered why he wanted to incinerate me and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the window and I could read his lips as he shook his head, 'Not yet.'

"Finally the door opened. He took me out of the oven and put me onto the shelf to cool. 'There, that's better," I breathed. But my relief didn't last very long, because the next thing I knew, he was brushing me and painting me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it stop it,' I begged. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'

"Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, but this was much worse than the first time. This time the oven was twice as hot and I know that I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening shaking his head saying, 'Not yet.'

"Then I realized there was no hope, I would never make it. I was ready to give up. At that moment, the door finally opened and he took me out and set me gently on the shelf. Then, an hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Now look at yourself.'

"Curiously I peered into the mirror gasped at my reflection, 'That's not me!' I exclaimed. 'It can't be me! It's beautiful!' 'I want you to understand,' he said, 'that I know how much it hurt to be molded and shaped, but if I had stopped you would have dried into an ugly lump of clay. I know that is made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I stopped you would have crumbled. I know that it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there you would have had no strength. I know that the fumes were terrible when I brushed and painted you, but if I hadn't done that you would not have reached your potential, nor would you have developed your own beautiful character. And if I hadn't put you back into the oven the second time, you would have eventually leaked and your color would have faded away. But now you are strong, beautiful teacup fir for use at the finest table."

Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed.

1 Peter 4:12-13