The Potter’s Road Episode 3 – The Son and the Shards

 

The Potter’s Road

Episode 3 – The Son and the Shards

“Sometimes, God brings back what was lost—not as we left it, but as He redeems it.”

It was a quiet Sunday morning when Amos heard the voice he hadn’t heard in nearly a year.

“Baba?”

He froze mid-step, a piece of unfired clay still in his hand. The sound came again—tentative, uncertain.

“Baba, it’s me… Damilare.”

Amos turned slowly. There, standing in the doorway, was his son—thinner, older, his eyes carrying both shame and longing. For a long moment, the two men simply stared at each other, the silence heavy with all the words left unsaid.

Ruth came rushing from the kitchen, her hands trembling. “Dami…” she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.

But Amos could not move. The last time they had spoken, angry words had flown—about money, choices, pride, and faith. That argument had left their home colder than the Harmattan night.

Now, standing face to face, Amos felt both joy and pain rise in his chest. “Why are you here?” he asked softly.

“I lost everything, Baba,” Damilare said. “The business I tried to start, the friends I trusted… even my peace. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Ruth laid her hand on his shoulder. “You came home. That’s all that matters.”

But Amos remained quiet. That night, he sat alone in the workshop, the lamp flickering low. Damilare’s words echoed in his mind. Lost everything.

He looked at the repaired pot from Episode 2—the one that had once been cracked but now stood whole again. He turned it slowly under the light, noticing how the repaired line shimmered faintly, like a scar that had found beauty in healing.

“Lord,” Amos whispered, “is this what You meant? That even broken sons can be mended?”

He didn’t hear the door open, but soon Damilare was standing beside him. “Baba,” he said quietly, “I was proud. I thought I could build something without your God, without your wisdom. I was wrong.”

Amos looked up at him, eyes soft. “The Potter doesn’t throw away broken pieces, son,” he said, voice trembling. “He only waits for us to come back to His wheel.”

They both sat there, side by side, as the lamp flickered and the night wind whispered through the window. For the first time in a long while, there was no anger—only the slow, gentle spinning of reconciliation.

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✨ End of Episode 3 – The Son and the Shards

📖 Scripture Echo:
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” —Luke 15:20

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