I came across this story this week, and I wanted to share it with you. I tried to track down the origin of this story, but to the best of my efforts I only could find that some believe the story originates in China, while some believe it originated somewhere in India. If you find out otherwise, let me know. If you want to find this story on your own, just do a search for “cracked water pot story” and you’ll have no problem finding several variations of it. Here’s the story:
A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on one end of the pole he carried across the back of 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, the cracked pot arrived only half full. This went on every day for two years, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishment and saw itself as perfectly suited for the purpose for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its 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 as 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?”
“For the past two years, I have been able 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 work without getting the full value of your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and out of 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 wildflowers on the side of the path. The pot felt cheered.
But at the end of the trail, the pot still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and again it apologized 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 knew about your flaw and 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 me. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. If you were not just the way you are, he would not have such beauty to grace his house.
We all are, metaphorically speaking, “cracked pots.” Each of us has imperfections for which we may feel ashamed or that we don’t measure up to the expectations we hold for ourselves. We may feel that we’re letting others down too. The truth of the matter is that we are perfect as we are, imperfections and all. We all have a purpose, and we all have the ability to act as an instrument to bless those around us through love and compassion. It’s just a matter of pushing past our insecurities and fears and not allowing our insecurities to stop us. We all have the ability to make a difference in our own different ways.
Are you ready to make a difference? It’s time to realize our own purpose in our own perfectly-flawed-made-perfect sort of way.
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