Monday, February 7, 2011

Us...broken vessels to be used

The Cracked Pot
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfectly made and never leaked. The other pot had a crack in it and by the time the water bearer reached his master’s house it had leaked much of its water and was 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. 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 the pot 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 universe will use our flaws to grace its table. In the universe’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.
- Author Unknown

God is amazing! I have been thinking about this story for a while. I did not remember the name, but wanted to put it on my blog for a while. Ironically, I've felt that God has been showing me this week how Christ pointed to the Father throughout the time He spoke to people. We, like the cracked pot, have no honor in ourselves. Without the everlasting water we are just dust. How often do I ask to be the pot that was full at the end, forgetting that it is for the glory of the Father that I'm the cracked pot. I was searching for a picture of a "cracked or broken pot" on Google images and stumbled on the story again. 

Christ came to draw us to the Father. He gave us His life water to pour out on people. We are imperfect in our flesh  for Christ's glory...

Without Christ, we are NOTHING!


  1. God heals with our flaws. I've seen this all throughout my very young life so far (ha 25 years of it! The older people can get a chuckle from this one.) But remember that we are most like Christ when we point to the Father..especially because it shows we need Him...HE GETS ALL THE PRAISE! HE IS WORTH IT ALL!

  2. This is a really great story. I have one like it, about periwinkles, I'll tell you sometime.

    Speaking of old people, I almost couldn't read your comments after the story. The white on wood is difficult already, and your comments at the end were in even smaller print.