The story is told of a couple who went to England to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary and shopped at a beautiful antique store. They both liked antiques and pottery, and espaecially tea-cups, and so spotting an excetpional cup, they asked May we see that? We’ve never seen a cup quite so beautiful. As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea-cup spoke… You don’t understand. It said, I have not always been a tea-cup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, Don’t do that. I don’t like it! Let me alone, but he only smiled, and gently said; Not yet! Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinnning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around, Stop it! I’m getting so dizzy! I’m going to be sick! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, quietly; Not yet. He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then…he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. Help! Get me out of here! Not yet, When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good! Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible.. Oh, please, Stop it! Stop it! I cried. He only shook his head and said. Not yet… Then suddenly he put me back into the oven. Only it was not like the first time. This time it was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged… I pleaded… I screamed… I cried… I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up and just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited and waited, wondering What’s he going to do me next? An hour later he handed me a mirror and said Look at yourself. And I did…. I said, That’s not me that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful! Quitetly he spoke: I want you to remember, then, he said, I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you’d have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, You would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.
This is from http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com
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