A PAGE OF JOY

I learned a new thing the other day – new to me anyway - I found it interesting and thought that you might too, so here goes:
“Kintsukuroi” means, “to repair with gold” in Japanese, and is the art of repairing pottery with gold and understanding that the piece is the more beautiful for having been broken.
There – do you find that interesting?
A picture accompanied the article in my newspaper, showing a grey bowl, which had been broken and the pieces stuck together with gold that showed up on the surface of the bowl in a sort of pattern of the lines of repair.
It was indeed beautiful.
According to the fable “Kintsukuroi” was the beloved son of the Emperor, Crown Prince of the empire, and he invented this art form.
The whole story is too long for me to tell on this Page (ask me about it sometime) but basically Kintsukuroi mended a bowl that was much treasured by his father the Emperor, using some gold from the Prince’s own crown.
So the bowl was even more beautiful than before, not only in itself but also by the love, pain and sacrifice that had gone into its repair.
The Revd. David Thomas, Bishop of Huntingdon, had written this article to celebrate the Feast of the Transfiguration in some part illustrating humanity transformed by divinity you might say – together with love, sacrifice and creativity.
This set me thinking – we are a little like pottery, made by the Master Potter (Fr. Roy Hubbard would have understood where this is going!) and he is distressed when we are chipped and broken because he loves us and has made us to be beautiful.
So he sends his son to mend us.
Our repair does not mean hiding the cracks, as if they had never been there, but mending them with gold which shines out from the original “bowl” thus making it even more beautiful to it’s maker.
If we have never had our hearts broken in some way, how can we find the love to comfort another?
If we have had no cause to seek forgiveness how can we find the compassion to forgive another?
If we have not fallen how can we find the strength to lift another?
These are the repairs of gold that we can give thanks for.
Likewise we can give thanks for a Maker who loves us – no matter how damaged we are – who knows our faults and weaknesses – and still loves us - - still loves us.
Of course there’s that big difference between us and a pot, the pot cannot choose whether to be mended or not, whether to stay on the floor in shattered pieces, or to be repaired with love by its maker.
We’d be potty not to place our broken selves into the merciful, wise and loving hands of our Maker who will see us as even more beautiful than before.
   
 Joy Yorke