Hi folks,
I first read this story on an email forward. That must have been more than ten years ago. I remember storing this story at the time but, eventually I lost it. However, I remembered it as it had connected with me on some level and searched for it again.
December is Christmas time – a season of goodwill towards others and also, towards one’s own self. This story highlights that all of us have faults. Sometimes we curse ourselves for our faults and sometimes it is these faults which make our world ever so beautiful.
Read on to know more about –
The story of the cracked pot
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on an 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 masters 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 in his masters 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 masters 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 masters 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 pots 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 masters 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, god will use our flaws.
In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste.
Have a great day ahead,
Poornima
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What a beautiful thought and post, I shared it on my facebook page as well.
Thank you for sharing. Stories are meant to be shared 🙂
I loved the story… it’s really meaningful.. At some level, our flaws make us who we are, make us beautiful. We shouldn’t be ashamed of our vulnerabilities and drawbacks ..
You are so right Pratikshya. Somehow this story just strikes a chord with all of us as none of us are without our flaws.