“I, too, was formed from clay.”  ~ Elihu, Job 33:6

Admit it, we’re frail. Like clay pots we crack at the least amount of pressure and if we’re thicker than some, we’re lucky if we’re able to remain useful for a few short decades. Still the Master of the house has uses for us all.

Me, I’m a clay pen. I write what the Master wants to say through me. His ink is infinte, His hand moves me about on the page as He wills, but I’m simply a humble instrument.

At clay pen press, we publish stories of other clay pots who dared to be used by the Master in ways that they had never imagined. We publish stories that bring glory to God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. We publish books that fan the flame of faith in Jesus Christ; books that draw full attention to the inerrant, inspired Word of God as the only standard of truth that exists on earth.

Check out our titles here.

~ CPP Editor

publishing His glorious deeds ~ psalm 96:3