I don’t know if you have ever wondered why my blog is called clayjars144.
Well, clay jars comes from 2 corinthians 4:7.
“ But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us”
When i read this verse i decided who i wanted to be…for the last time. I decided to be a vessel for God’s glory. I say this in the most honest, non pretentious way possible and i mean it.
What that means to me is letting God use me and my talents to do his perfect will.
To make it practical, my goal is to use whatever experiences i go through (or those around me go through) in my poetry to impact people positively.
So the treasure is poetry. And i am the clay jar.
The reason i am clay and not gold or silver?
And dont get me wrong, its not “clay” to “project humility”. I acknowledge the treasure in me, but i also know where it comes from…it comes from God above.
As for second Timothy if we take it as it is…it is simple. God knows who His children are and there is a certain way that they should behave if they are God’s children. “Depart from eniquity”
The way i undertsand this is…because we are of God, we should behave like him. So departing from eniquity means being like Jesus. (Jesus is God)
And being like Jesus is just that. In the gospels (Mathew, Mark, Luke, John) there are multiple examples of how Jesus behaved. Told from different perspectives, by multiple people.
For me the summary is, Jesus loved without discrimination, he was helpful, authoritative, a good leader, just, giving, caring, kind, intelligent, wise. Jesus acknowledged his emotions, felt them and moved beyond them.
That is what i should be.
My understanding is that us making an effort to be like Jesus (not us “following strict rules”, not legalism*) will result in us being in a position to be used by God for his good work. It means that we can be our individual selves, with our own destinies and passions and still be used by God if thats what we want!
In summary, clay jars is me saying that i want to be used by God. I want him to pour out the treasure in me. I want him to help me do good for him.
I am okay with being fragile and Christ-like. I am a work in progress.
This isnt like what i usually post, but i just needed you to know the answer to a question you didnt ask, lol.
Lots of love
*legalism is dependence on moral law rather than on personal religious faith*
I felt more than i wanted to feel yesterday. And i am still processing. This is how i do it.
I dont understand why it is wrong
For me to feel what i feel
Why pain is something to get over
Not something to experience
Why me experiencing it
Makes you mad
Makes you uncomfortable
I love you
But i love myself to
And i will do whats right for me
Even when you dont understand
Im used to confusion
My own and that of others
So dont feel sorry for me
I hate that
Dont ask me whats wrong
I wont tell you
And maybe you are right
(You often are, eventually)
Maybe you wont be there when i am ready to talk.
Who are you to ask me who i am?
You dont ask me, you tell me
Saying it one more time…”Your not kenyan”
I am not kenyan?
Who made you the governing authority on all that is Kenyan?
Do you want to see my ID? My passport?
So there are white Kenyans, Indian Kenyans, but apparently Kenyans from the diaspora aren’t real kenyans?
Is it cause my accent is different from yours?
Are the kikuyu and kamba accents the same?
The kisi and Luo and Luya?
Are they? No
So why does my accent amuse you?
Yes, yours amuses me
But i never question your nationality.
So what makes you think you can question mine?
I know my mother tongue…but no i dont speak it.
I know swahili, but i dont speak it that often..
Honestly because i don’t have the “swahili accent” (whatever that means) so you laugh when i speak like its a joke.
The only joke here is you thinking you can define a nationality by and accent.
Or even by knowledge of geography.
Or knowledge of language.
Or least of all personality.
I am tired of that question.
“Are you Kenyan?”
Can we move on now…
*if not…refer to the beginning of this piece cause im tired of your assumptions*