The Potter’s Road Episode 6 – The Hands That Remember

 

The Potter’s Road

Episode 6 – The Hands That Remember

“The Potter never forgets the feel of His clay, even when it forgets His touch.”

Weeks passed after the fire. The smell of ash had faded, replaced by the quiet hum of rebuilding. Amos’s hands, though calloused and scarred, moved with renewed tenderness over each new mound of clay.

Ruth often watched him from the doorway, whispering prayers under her breath. Damilare worked beside his father now—not as a helper, but as a learner. The rhythm of the wheel became their new heartbeat, steady and redemptive.

One afternoon, as the sun slanted through the half-repaired roof, Amos noticed a faint tremor in his right hand. He tried to ignore it, but by evening the shaking grew worse. A dull pain spread up his arm.

“Maybe it’s the strain,” Ruth said softly, trying to comfort him. “You’ve worked too soon after the fire.”

Amos nodded, but inside he felt something darker — a fear he couldn’t name. For days, he struggled to mold even the simplest shapes. Clay slipped through his fingers. Pots warped. Damilare’s concern deepened.

“Baba, maybe we should rest the workshop for a while,” he suggested one morning.

Amos shook his head. “The clay doesn’t rest when the Potter works, my son. It endures until it takes form.”

That night, he sat alone again, staring at his trembling hands. They were the same hands that had built, shaped, and provided for decades. The same hands that had held Ruth’s during prayer, and lifted Damilare when he was small. Now they felt foreign — unreliable.

He closed his eyes, whispering, “Lord, what good is a potter who cannot mold?”

In the silence, a verse rose like a whisper through his heart:

“Can the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’” — Isaiah 45:9

He bowed his head, weeping. “Then shape me again, Lord. Even if You must break what’s left.”

The next morning, Ruth found him smiling faintly at the wheel. His hand still shook, but this time he guided Damilare’s hands over the clay. “You see?” he said. “The Potter doesn’t stop working when one vessel wears out. He teaches another to continue the craft.”

Damilare’s eyes filled with tears. “Baba… I don’t want to replace you.”

Amos shook his head. “You’re not replacing me, son. You’re continuing me.”

The wheel turned, slow and sure. The clay took shape. And in that sacred moment, the workshop became more than a place of labor — it became a legacy.

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✨ End of Episode 6 – The Hands That Remember

📖 Scripture Echo:
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He who will sustain you.” – Isaiah 46:4

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