Even with its cracks, I love this old crock. It broke under the weight of heavy logs, and don’t we all break a bit under the weight of heavy things? It’s reflecting the lights on the tree and the roaring fire, and its reflections have me reflecting on the hope we have through our good God who promises, “Behold, I am making all things new!”
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”
— Revelation 21:1-5
