| I am worshiper; I am loved |

I am clay; man made from dirt, breathed into life, moulded and shaped by the Potter into vessel of worship.

I am worshiper; man given purpose, meaning instilled, posture attributed so that I may fix my eyes to the Mountain and before Him bow low.

I am lowly; fallen, fruit of temptation casting me down, burden of sin drawing me downward into the pit of despair.

I am despair; hopeless and hapless, unable to climb out from the mire or the fire, from judgment or calamity.

I am calamity; warring against friend or foe, disaster lashing out void of rational, a make-shift monster moulded from muck.

I am monstrous; hideous self, self loathing and self destructing, longing for freedom but finding only rejection.

I am rejected; unloved and undead, a walking self-hating zombie, covered in the scabs and sores of sin.

Yet I am accepted; welcomed by an inclusive Son of Man, losing life and gaining life, monstrosity embraced, calamity calmed, and rejection ruined.

I am ruined; destroyed and amazed, knowing not love until love was poured out.

I am loved; cherished and pursued by whip and tree, my scabs and sores nailed to flesh, offering eternal hope.

I am hopeful; the need has passed to climb forth from the pit, he on Jacob’s ladder carrying me up toward redemption.

I am redeemed; brokenness surrendered, uselessness offered up on bended knee, broken cistern made new by the Potter.

I am new; hard and brittle clay made malleable again, reformed and refashioned into vessel of worship.

I am worshiper; new eyes to see, new hands to stretch out, and new songs to sing about love.