What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong...
All caught up in the eye of the storm,
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on...
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said,
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead ...
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!
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 is 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 have 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.
What is the moral of the story ?
Each of us has our unique flaws. We all are cracked pots. But a compassionate and expert person can engage us in some good service, and then we can be useful, despite our defects.
How can we apply this in our own life ?
01) Whenever we notice some flaw in others, instead of criticising them for their own flaws, we need to have compassion and love for them.
02) And we need to continuously and vigorously strive on, to explore the ways and means as to how we can utilize even that flaw in others in our beloved Lord's service, just as the water-bearer did after he noticed the crack in the pot.
