A water bearer in India had two
large pots; one hung on each end
of a pole,which he carried across
his neck. One of the pots had a
crack in it, and while the other
pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water
at the end of the long walk from
the stream to the master's house,
the cracked pot arrived only half
full.
For a full two years this went on
daily, with the bearer delivering
only one and a half pots full of
water to his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments,
perfect to the end for which it
was made. However, the poor
cracked pot was ashamed of its
own imperfection, and miserable
that it was able to accomplish
only half of what it had been
made to do.
After two years of what it
perceived to be a bitter failure,
it spoke to the Water Bearer one
day by the stream. "I am ashamed
of myself, and I want to apologize
to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are
you ashamed of?" "I have been able,
for these past two years, to
deliver only half my load because
this crack in my side causes water
to leak out all the way back to
your master's house. Because of my
flaws, you have to do all of this
work, and you don't get full value
from your efforts," the pot said.
The Water Bearer felt sorry for the
old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he said,"As we return to
the master's house, I want you to
notice the beautiful flowers along
the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill,
the old cracked pot took notice of
the sun warming the beautiful wild
flowers on the side of the path,
and this cheered it some.
Nevertheless, at the end of the
trail, it still felt bad because
it had leaked out half its load,
and so again,it apologized to the
bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did
you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of your path,
but not on the other pot's side?
That is because I have always
known about your flaw, and I took
advantage of it. I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path,
and every day while we walk back
from the stream, you have watered
them.
For two years, I have been able to
pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate my master's table. Without
you being just the way you are,
he would not have this beauty to
grace his house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws.
We are all cracked pots. However,
if we will allow it, the Lord will
use our flaws to grace His Father's
table.
Author Unknown by me