Once upon a time, there was a water bearer. Each day he would take his two pots to the water to fill them and carry them back home on a pole across his back.
One pot was a fine, strong and beautiful pot. He was very proud. But, the other pot was not so fine. Each day as the water bearer walked back to the master’s house, the poor old pot would spill half of its water through a crack in his side.
One day the pot could contain himself no longer and lamented to the water bearer. “Why do you put up with me! Why don’t you just replace me! Every day I spill half my water on the ground. I am useless to you!”
The water bearer was moved with compassion for the pot. He held him gently and said to him, “As we return to the house today, I want you to take special notice of the flowers along the way.”
So as they journeyed once again to the master’s house, the pot did notice the beautiful flowers along the path.
As they reached the house, the water bearer asked the pot, “Did you see the flowers?”
“Yes, they are lovely,” replied the pot.
“But, did you notice that they are only on your side of the path? You see,” he continued, “I have always known about the crack in your side and so I planted flowers on your side of the path. Each day as we walk back to the house, the water flowing from the crack in your side waters them. If it were not for the crack in your side, we would not have beautiful flowers to grace the Master’s table.”
Dedicated to the flowers the Lord planted on my path - Rose, Joe, Lily, and Daisy (If the Lord can use this cracked pot, surely He can use anyone!)
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