It took me too long to discover that the jar is not the important thing. Nobody looks at it and says, “My, what a nice jar!” No, they only think about the peanut butter.
A famous photographer was invited to a dinner party once. After dinner, he duly took out a portfolio and showed it to oohs and ahhs all around.
“Wow,” the hostess gushed, “These pictures are awesome! You must have a great camera!”
The photographer merely smiled and at the end of the evening and packed away all his stuff. As he left, he turned around and said to the hostess, “Dinner was lovely, Jane. You must have great pots!”
Once I realized I’m really only the middleman – the vessel, the tool, the instrument – I stopped worrying about myself. I accept myself and try not to get in the way.
What’s inside is the Lord and I try to make that as accessible to others as I can. It’s about the peanut butter, not the jar.
Wow, thanks, William! What a wonderful illustration.
Readers, how can we reveal what’s inside us? How can we display the love of God and make it accessible to others?