Water Pot
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each 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 master's house,
the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the water bearer delivering one
and one-half pots full of water to 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 had perceived to be bitter failure,
it spoke one day to the water bearer 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 last 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 this work,
and you do not get full value for your efforts,' the pot explained.
The water bearer felt sorry for the 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 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 still leaked half of 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 the path,
but not on the other pot's side? That is 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 have
watered them. For two years I have been able to pick those 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.'
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. But if we
will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table.
In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don't be ashamed of your
flaws.
Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in
our weakness we find our strength.
（转自中国翻译网）
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