I fell in love with clay by accident. During my senior year of undergrad, I signed up for ceramics as an elective credit. Within the first few days of that semester, I was hooked. My former professor still likes to remind me of the time I stubbornly told him, "I will throw a mug today," and proceeded to run through 25lbs of clay that same day. The whole process - from centering, to shaping, to trimming, to glazing - amazed me. In the studio, I felt safe. Using my hands to shape clay into something beautiful and usable taught me more about theology than anything I've ever heard in church or a Bible class. It truly feels like an honor to work at the wheel, shape a vessel, and share it with another.