A well-known song, "Abba Father," has the refrain , "Abba, Abba Father, you are the Potter; we are the clay , the work of your hands." as we move through the conversion process, we should realize that clay that is molded is punched and pulled and stretched and crunched. Only then is it fired to become serviceable to others. We are the clay. Is God letting us rest now, or is he doing some punching and pulling?