The Potter’s Road Episode 2 – The Silent Wheel

 

The Potter’s Road

Episode 2 – The Silent Wheel

“Faith is not loud; sometimes, it’s the quiet turning of trust when nothing seems to move.”

The next morning, Amos rose before dawn. The air was cool, the sky bruised with shades of gray. He lit his old lamp and sat before the potter’s wheel again.

The broken pieces from yesterday still lay in a corner — silent witnesses of his failure. But today, he did not sweep them away. Instead, he gathered the fragments carefully and placed them in a clay bowl.

Ruth found him there, his hands dusted with dry earth. “Are you starting again?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “The Potter didn’t throw the clay away. Neither will I.”

But as he worked, something in him began to ache — not just in his hands, but deep inside. Each spin of the wheel reminded him of all that had been lost: his son, Damilare, who hadn’t called in months; the debts piling up; the silence that had replaced laughter in their home.

By noon, his arms trembled. The new vessel he was shaping began to wobble. His frustration returned like a flood.

“Why won’t it stay still?” he muttered. “Why does it keep collapsing?”

He slammed the lump of clay against the wheel, and it splattered across his apron. Then, as if from nowhere, the words of Jeremiah came back to him:

“The vessel was marred in the hand of the potter…”

He froze. His breath caught.

“Even marred,” he whispered, “it was still in His hands.”

Tears welled up again, but this time, they were different — cleansing, not bitter.

That evening, a knock came at the door. A woman stood outside, holding a small, cracked pot. “Sir,” she said shyly, “someone told me you fix pottery. This belonged to my late mother. Can you repair it?”

Amos stared at the pot — a faint crack running through its body. He hesitated, then smiled. “I’ll try.”

He set it on his wheel, feeling something stir within him — purpose, faint but real. As he worked, Ruth watched quietly from the doorway. The lamp glowed on his face, and for a moment, she saw peace where there had been only heaviness.

The next morning, when the woman returned, she gasped. The pot gleamed — restored and whole, its crack faintly visible but beautiful in the light.

She thanked him with tears in her eyes.

After she left, Amos looked at the repaired vessel and whispered, “Lord… are You showing me what You’re doing with me?”

The wheel turned slowly in silence, but Amos knew now: every spin, every pressure, every shaping — it was love in motion.

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✨ End of Episode 2 – The Silent Wheel

📖 Scripture Echo:
“Being confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” —Philippians 1:6

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