I spent half an hour trying to spell the word. Kingstugi. Kingsugue? Kingsugo. No, it's kintsugi. Basically a Japanese form of art where you smash a bowl and then fix it up with gold powder. Smashing things is my kind of art, so maybe I'll take it up sometime. Just need some gold. How expensive could that be?
Pastor today was preaching from Second Corinthians 4, treasure in clay vessels. God has put his love and gift of salvation into us, but in such a way that it can't be physically seen. And we're still fragile, sick, and winding down. That's why Paul says we're like clay, but the clay is filled with treasure. I thought here actually of my grandma, who liked to hide money and things in ordinary places, like taking all the bills she could find, and putting them in books. Maybe that's why the ducks are angry, according to Mary. And once I remember looking in some old ugly terracotta and finding a necklace there. I'm surprised I didn't steal it, because I was interesting when I was five. But that just came to mind now, as I was thinking about it.
And you know, the other thing that came to mind I couldn't spell. That art thing. And I remember some people talking about how the bowl is more beautiful for being broken. But I think they're wrong. Here's why. The bowl stays broken. It's just kind of a patch job. God doesn't do that. We're going to get a whole new body just as we got a whole new soul. God's not in the art of kintsugi, he's in the art of total transformation. Resurrection, really. But for the now we see the first part, that's the treasure inside, while the clay still looks like a pretty normal piece of clay. And I thought about this today, and it made me happy. Because the whole idea of kintsugi is that being broken is better. But let's be honest here, it's not. We say that because we have no hope of being made whole. And that's why God isn't into kintsugi.