A
water bearer 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 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. 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. 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.