One day, while being in a garden center, it was most interesting to find an array of many different types of potting flowers.
The flowers were all so beautiful, it was hard to decide which ones to select for my outdoor pots.
There were pink, yellow, red, violet, white, and multi colored ones.
The big question was, “Which ones do I want?”
Looking in another section, at a distance, a ceramic pot with a beautiful pink flower caught my attention.
On the side of the pot it was cracked.
Looking closer, the pot was designed to look that way.
Written in bold letters next to the crack on the pot was written, “I may be a cracked pot, but I’m still beautiful in many ways.” I chuckled as, there was a story that spread throughout the nation when these cracked pots were first designed and came into implementation within the stores.
The story may have been unrealistic, but it sent a strong message to anyone who purchased one of the cracked pots for their homes.
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole which he carried across the back of his neck.
One of the pots was perfectly made and never leaked.
The other pot had a crack in it, and by the time the water bearer reached his master’s house it had leaked much of its water, and was 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 master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
One day the cracked pot met up with the water bearer down by the stream.
The cracked pot apologized for delivering only half of a load because of the crack on the side of the pot.
The pot felt bad because of the flaw it had. The bearer wouldn’t get full value from all his efforts.
The bearer replied, “I feel sorry for the way you feel. 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 cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path, this cheered the cracked pot.
But at the end of the trail, the cracked pot felt bad because it had leaked out 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’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 walked 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.”
Each of us have our own unique flaws, somewhat in resemblance to the cracked pot.
If we will allow it, God will use our flaws to grace his table.
In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws.
Acknowledge them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty.
In our weakness we find our strength. The “Amen” of nature is always a flower.