Growing up, I regularly sang all the beautiful old hymns of the Christian faith. On any given Sunday morning the strains of “Amazing Grace,” “The Old Rugged Cross,” and “Victory in Jesus” would reverberate through the sanctuary of the small, country church where I grew up, telling the story of a loving God who sent his perfect, sinless son to die a horrible death on the cross and pay the price for my sin.
To me, the most beautiful were the gently pleading songs sung at the end of the service inviting anyone lost and without Jesus to come to salvation; songs such as “Just as I Am,” “Softly and Tenderly,” and “Have Thine Own Way,” the hymn from which the title of this page and this blog comes:
Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way;
Thou art the potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after thy will
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Although it would be an interesting topic on which to write, this blog isn’t about rediscovering cherished old hymns—they have just been the musical score for much of my life, even when I had no real knowledge of the story of salvation of which they spoke.
For even though I grew up in church, came from a Christian family, and played and sang these hymns every service, for the first 52 years of my life the lyrics I sang were nothing more than archaic poetry and a part of the comforting ritual of corporate worship. Although when I was nine years old I repeated the simple prayer of salvation that young and old have uttered for centuries, the life I led after speaking those words proved they were void of any meaning.
In June of 2010, however, my Heavenly Father – the patient, faithful lover of my lost and needy soul, the sovereign creator of the universe who never thought twice about forgiving and forgetting my past—reached out and enveloped my heart with His arms and didn’t let go. He took me just as I was with a grace that can only be described as amazing.
In return for that gift He’s so freely and abundantly given me, Jesus expects me to be His witness and spread His good news of forgiveness and salvation; as a result, I’m compelled to use the ability He’s given me to record and share what He’s done for me. This blog is the result. To quote another old hymn, “This is my story; this is my song.”
“Clay” is about my journey of discovering God’s will for my life for the first time, learning to become a totally committed follower of Jesus, and my ongoing desire to develop a sensitivity to the voice of the Holy Spirit and His working in and through me.
Maybe you’re searching for what I found or just looking to see how someone else works out his faith on a daily basis. Maybe you’re just happy to find a kindred spirit whose only redeeming quality some days seems to be that he’s forgiven.
Whatever the reason, I’m glad God led you here. I hope you’ll let the potter mold you and make you after His will.
I hope you’ll be the clay.