Thursday, December 1, 2011

People Crack Pots

The story below has always been one of my favorite stories because it relates to people and how every one is born to fit into a society or community.
Misfits , filling the gaps and holes required for survival.
Misfits, seen as people with cracks, who make a difference in this world.

If it wasn't for these cracked pots, nothing would ever change for the better.
If anything, they should be treasured for all the good they do.
A potter checks very carefully for cracks in his pots and disposes
of the cracked ones.
Another collects these pots and shards from them and delivers a beautiful masterpiece
sold for thousands more because of the imperfections.
So it seems to pay to be a cracked pot after all. :)
They too can make people happy, by encouraging others to follow their example, using the gifts God gave them.
Imperfections make us all different individuals but nevertheless
equally as beautiful if not more so, than the most
perfect amongst us.
They are the musicians, dancers, artists,priests,teachers, philosophers, doctors, scientists,etc...
enriching us all through the light in their eyes and smiles coming from the spirit
of the soul inside them.
A water bearer in India had two large pots hanging at the ends of a pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots 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 other pot had a crack in it, and by the time it reached its destination, it was only half full. Every day for two years the water bearer delivered only one and one-half pots of water to the master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments—perfect to the end for which it was made. The poor little cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections and miserable that it could accomplish only half of what it had been designed to do. After two years of what the imperfect pot perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer and said, "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

"Why?" asked the bearer, "What are you ashamed of?"

"Well, for these past two years, I have been able to deliver only half a load of water each day because this crack in my side allows water to leak out all the way back to the master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work without getting the full value of 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 noticed the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because half of its load had leaked out once again.

Then the bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path and not on the other pot's side? That's because I've always known about your flaw and took advantage of it by planting flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walked back from the stream, you watered those seeds, and for two years I have picked these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just what you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house."

Have a great Day!


Ann Nichols said...

Lovely, just lovely! So nice to meet another Christmas lover!
PS I'm following along!!

Diane said...

I so love the cracked pots in my life! They make life interesting and give it . . . flavour!

Trotter said...

Hi Lady! Sorry for the absence, but there was a small accident around here...

Amazing story!!

Blogtrotter Two is spending a day at sea. Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend!

A Lady's Life said...

Welcome back trotter

A Lady's Life said...

Diane - I think so too

A Lady's Life said...

Anne - I always said it is good to keep Christmas in your heart the whole year through.