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1 Chronicles 4:23

June 3 Morning
These were the potters, and the people living among planted fields with walls round them; they were there to do the king's work.

Potters were the very highest grade of workers, but the king needed potters, and therefore they were in royal service. Although the material upon which they worked was nothing but clay, they were still employed by the king. We too may be engaged in the most menial part of the Lord's work, but it is a great privilege to do anything for "the king". Therefore, we should perservere in our calling, hoping that, although we live among the clay pots, yet someday we will be as the wings of a dove covered with silver. The text tells us that those who lived in this area of the country had specific tasks to do there among plants and hedges. They may have desired to live in Jerusalem, amid its life, society, and refinement, but they kept their appointed places, for they also were doing the king's work. The place of our habitation is fixed, and we are not to remove from it out of whim or caprice, but to seek to serve the Lord wherever we are, by being a blessing to those we live among. These potters and gardeners had royal company, for they dwelt "with the king" and although among hedges and plants, they dwelt with the king. No lawful place or moral occupation, however lowly, can keep us from communion with our divine Lord. In visiting hovels, swarming lodging-houses, workhouses, or jails, we may go with the king. In all works of faith we may count upon Jesus' fellowship. It is when we are in his work that we may count on his smile. You unknown workers who are occupied for your Lord amid the dirt and wretchedness of the lowest of the low, be of good cheer, for jewels have been found upon dunghills before now. Earthen pots have been filled with heavenly treasure and weeds have been transformed into precious flowers. Dwell with the King for his work, and when he writes his chronicles your name shall be recorded.

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