THE CRACKED POT
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each 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.
But 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 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. But 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's 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've 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're all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our
flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing
goes to waste. So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God
calls you to the tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of
your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take advantage of
them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway. Go
out boldly, knowing that in our weakness we find His strength, and
that "In Him every one of God's promises is a Yes."
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