For my hurting friend and for all of us who are cracked pots:
A water bearer in China had two large pots. Each hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One pot 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 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 to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect 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 bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream… “I am ashamed of myself, because the crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The bearer said to the pot, “Have you noticed that there are flowers only on one side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”
(From: The Gospel of Falling Down. The beauty of failure in an age of success. By Mark Townsend)
It was only when this cracked pot looked deep into the eyes of Jesus and saw His acceptance of me, flaws and all, that healing could begin. And you, dearest friend, were the catalyst.