Tuesday, 23 November 2010

The Cracked Pot

A water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it. 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 master's 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 master's house.

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 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 it 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 the 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."

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.

But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. We've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

There's a lot of good out there.
There is a lot of good in us!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!

Thank you to the cracked pots in my life.
You have made life more interesting and beautiful.

I thought I'd share this coz it's such a beautiful and inspiring story and hopefully it will encourage someone...

Have an amazing week,


  1. hi hun,
    my pastor once shared this story in one of his message, thank God you are sharing it again beacause its such an inspiring story.
    its amazing how we can still bring change into people's lives with unique flaws. we don't stop to minister to people because we realized we have flaws but we trust God to continue to use us and make us become more like His son everyday. i also thank God for the cracked pots in my life cause it makes me see how much i need God because He is the only perfectionist,lol.
    thanx for sharing.
    enjoy the rest of the week

  2. Thanks Miss RJ. Have a lovely week too. x

  3. beautiful story .. with a very valuable lesson..
    the cracks are obvious, so we must make the effort to see the good in every "pot"..
    thanks for sharing..

  4. You're welcome oluSimeon. Have a crackalicious week! lol

  5. What a lovely and inspiring story. Sometimes I wish I could just get rid of all my flaws, but this story reminds me that God uses my imperfections and weaknesses for His own purpose. Thanks for sharing!


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