Story: The Cracked Pot

A STORY OF YOUR WORTH, YOUR PURPOSE

A water bearer in India had two large pots, and each one hung on each end of a long pole which he carried across his shoulders.  One of the pots wasn't perfect - it 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 imperfect, 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 was extremely 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?'

'For the last two years I have only been able to deliver only half my load of water because of this crack in my side whichcauses 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 journey back 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 him up. The looked lovely.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load,of water again, 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 watered them. For the last two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table, and master was immensely pleased with them. 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 and make a difference in the people and the world around us. Do what you're good at, and keep doing it.

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