Then they sit down and gather the good fish into buckets, but throw the bad away. That is how it will be at the
end of time; the angels will go out to separate the wicked from he just, and to throw the wicked into the blazing
furnace, where they will weep and gnash their teeth.”

Jesus asked, “Have you understood all these things?” “Yes,” they answered. So he said to them, “Therefore, every
teacher of the law, who becomes a disciple of the kingdom of heaven, is like a householder, who can produce from
his store things both new and old.”

When Jesus had finished these parables, he left that place.

Reflection:

How does it feel to be clay in the hands of a potter? If the clay were to be conscious, would it feel a shudder through
its spine, fear, a sense of helplessness and loss of control of its life? Or, would it have a sense of peacefulness, a
delightful sense of self-surrender? Hopefully, it is the latter. For, nothing is more precious for a potter than the clay in his
hands. Being a professional, he knows what to do with the clay; he already has a design, image, and purpose for the
final product. He is committed to working on the clay until his purpose is served. The role of the clay, if it were conscious,
is to ease into the hands of the potter, totally surrendering itself to be shaped the way the latter wants it. How tranquil and
delightful would our lives be, if we could keep surrendering to God’s will on a daily basis!

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