I have just recently realized that I am a pot, and I am black. For years I have looked across the fire pit, as I sat cooking dinner, and stared at that old kettle. The flames and smoke would lick up its sides, and they left the ugliest black streaks and stains. I ridiculed the kettle, and wondered how it could just sit there like that.
Recently, I noticed that the fire that soiled the kettle is the same fire that warms me. I began to wonder, could I be suffering the same results that the kettle suffers? Eventually I got up the courage to look down at myself, and there they were, black soot and stains. They weren’t exactly the same as those on the kettle, but they were there. Maybe I should get to know that kettle a little better…
Matthew 7:2-4
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