Cox Pottery

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It’s the uncontrolled randomness of the flame, interacting with the clay body in the atmosphere of the moment, that so attracts me. It’s something between chemistry and wizardry and back again. We can do our best to get there with a free-flowing formation of the piece, and then thoughtful attention to glazing in the same manner, but the controlled firing of the electric kiln will inevitably give us back pretty much what we put in. It somehow always tends toward contrived, scripted, rehearsed, confined; controlled is probably the word.

And life is just not like that. Nor should it be! Not family, nor education, or work, or church. The wind blows where it wills, said Jesus of the Spirit, and when we get it, the result is lives lived organic and free, fruitful and beautiful, true to themselves, enhanced by their gnarls and scars and imperfections. Have you noticed – only man-made colours ever clash; it never happens in the garden.

And that’s why I’d spend a R100k on a wood-firing kiln without thinking twice.

Words ~ Gavin Cox

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Brief and Lasting, Hard and Fast

Lasting and fleeting

So much I feel the lake lap still

in crisp new Spring’s liquid sun sharp

with winter’s nip at my shameless,

unshod, bare toes where soft  spring breeze

tickles glistening water sheen.

Momentarily I shiver.

 

Sun glint on each wavelet brings clear,

real nearness to each fleeting ripple,

but at some way off in the morning haze

those solid castle walls now seem

a dreamy shadow, not quite true,

as much a ghost as spectral knights

and imagined long dead archers

beneath a roof long rotted away.

 

Every little curve of water is less

than a breath long, but whole lifetimes

watched those stone walls stand. I think

long borne,  unforgiven old hurts.

scarred memories can be like that:

firm, unyielding, but misty shapes,

stuck on landscapes of me.

But in this new son light

Under spirit wind’s soft breath they

become mere ghosts from forgotten times

while bracing eternal waters

wash me in their gracing life flow.

 

© Johan Rich November 2011

 

The Broken Bowl

Tracey Govender Bowl

Tracy Govender’s beautiful hand built stoneware fruit bowl cracked in the kiln when fired to 1200 degrees centigrade. Yet it’s exquisite beauty lies in its redemption as its cracks were repaired in gold.

As such it provides a perfect metaphor for our salvation. Just as Jesus is beautified by His scars, so are we who are in Him. Our sinfulness and frailty have been more than compensated for by the gift of His righteousness given us in Christ. The glorious gold of God beautifies from guttermost to uttermost; from sinner to saint.

How glorious is God’s workmanship in Christ! How perfect He the potter, for we the clay!

Pottery – Tracey Govender | Words – Gavin Cox

From the hearts of the short people

I found these gems on our drawing table at church yesterday. We have a table set up permanently with paper and wax crayons – partly to keep bored kiddies busy, but also for any prophetic inspiration that might bubble up during the meetings. I thought these were worth sharing…

2013-05-12-260Artist ~ Anon

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Artist ~ Anon

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Artist ~ Hayley Wilson

Promises over our children

We had a Children’s Church pow-wow today here at HCC. In between video clips, training material, tea, cake and play-dough, we spent some time praying for our children and those who work with them on Sundays. These drawings are promises over our kids that came out during that time…

CCPW - KA

Bridge Builders by Kandas Ackhurst

CCPW - AA

Hands of Promise by Abi Ackhurst

CCPW - DW

Each one unique, yet knit together… catching the wind of the Holy Spirit! by Di Wilson

CCPW - HW

Outside the Box by Hayley Wilson

CCPW - KA2

by Kandas Ackhurst

CCPW - TS

They will be His smile, His hands and feet, His movement and His voice – Thobani Sojola

Midnight Bird

Bird

This gorgeous fellow was drawn by Hayley Wilson (13 at the time) using metallic pens on matte black paper. The photo does not do it justice!

Colours of Love

Painting by Caitlin Schulze

A NEW…

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He is sucking us into a new realm, a new sound, a new love, A NEW…

Original artwork & words ~ Anna Cocks (13)

Anna brought this prophetic word and drawing during worship this morning in church.

As it is all about newness, I took the liberty of playing with the image digitally and discovered WordPress slideshows in the process!

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Alive!

The Fabric of Me

Woven together

Each strand in its place

Dreams not perchance

Hopes not misplaced

DNA formed to Your grand design

Each gifting on purpose

Each love refined

An open channel

A clear written book

A riverbed waiting for Love to flow through…

… the fabric of me

Born to love

and be loved

I am made for You

Artwork ~ Hayley Wilson | Words ~ Di Wilson