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Special Feature from Jonathan and Kari Masson
Snow Hill’s Adopted Missionaries living in Lyon, France
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
1 Corinthians 3-9
Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
I always thank God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way—in all your speaking and in all your knowledge— 6because our testimony about Christ was confirmed in you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.
A lump of clay
At age 13 and the new owner of a pottery wheel, I quickly learned that leaving a lump of clay unwrapped would yield a hard lump of nothing. In order to make it usable again, I had to break it into pieces and soften them with water. After patiently kneading, folding and working the clay, it again became smooth and pliable.
There is a specific moment that I remember surrendering myself, a hard lump of nothing, into God’s hands to be kneaded and shaped according to the next step His plan. I had been a Christian, even a missionary, for a few years already, but there was a fork in my life’s road and I had to decide if I was willing to place my will in His hands.
Today, five years later, I am sitting in our apartment in Lyon, France, of all places. This is where God has led us for my husband to complete his studies in a school where he is the only American and the only believer, for me to work in a multi-cultural office with people from around the world, for us to live in a city that is central to the satanic church and a crossroads for trafficking women from Eastern Europe and West Africa.
It’s easy to become overwhelmed and feel inadequate. These feelings come for a good reason though – we are overwhelmed and inadequate on our own. But the hands that brought us here are shaping us still, sculpting us daily in speech, knowledge and gifts to accomplish the task He has set before us. My prayer is that we remain surrendered in His hands, being used for His glory.