“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8 Writing these articles each month, I usually come to the last one and look at a lot of ideas before I can choose the one I want.  For some reason, today, I remembered this poem that I had written a few years ago. I watch the potter as he works With a lump of ordinary clay, Guiding it, shaping it, molding it Until the vessel goes his way. Aiming for perfection…