I have no source for this story — I found it in my files while looking for something totally unrelated. It appears to have “made the round” as spam type email back in the days before Facebook…..
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 form the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
This went on of two years — every day…..
The perfect pot was proud and arrogant in its perfection.
The cracked pot became sad and bitter about its continuing failures.
The cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day after two years of apparent failure. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why? What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able to only deliver half of my load these previous two years because of this crack in my side. I have leaked water out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws you have had to do all this work without getting full value for your efforts.”
The water bearer chuckled and asked the cracked pot to do something as they returned to the master’s house. “As we return to the house notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
As they went up the hill the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path. However, it was still sad at the end of trail because half the load was again missing.
The water bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice the flowers on your side of the path, but not on the side of the perfect pot? I have always know about your flaw, but took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back up the path from the stream you have watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorated my master’s table. Without your help he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
It is easy at this time of year to see all the “perfect” Christmas decor, parties, and events. It is easy to notice all the “perfect” gifts. Don’t be afraid your flaws.
Acknowledge them, and allow the master to take advantage of them, and of you, to create beauty in your pathway.
In that same file I found a hand-made card from my daughter (then age 11). It wasn’t perfect — but yet it was.
A designer tree is nice. A tree decorated in love…priceless.
In every one of God’s promises is a “Yes” just waiting to be claimed.