Guided by a clear vision of what could be, and wisdom and skill known only to master craftsmen, the glass blower takes raw, shapeless material and goes about his work.
Molding.
Forming.
Bending.
Shaping.
A beautiful form begins taking shape, made possible by the searing flame.
If the little glass cylinders were given a vote, they’d choose to remain cool.
Comfortable.
Unbent.
Unremarkable.
But masterpieces only materialize when the clay says to the potter, “Have your own way.”
Or when stiff glass (or stiffnecked people) submits in faith to the heat of the furnace and the heart of the Creator.