Jesus In Waiting

Where you would never expect to find Jesus.

There’s a story by an unknown author called The Cracked Pot that was first introduced to me by one of my favorite writers, Brennan Manning. The story goes like this:

There once lived a water carrier. Every morning, as soon as the sun rose, she walked from her home to collect water in two earthen pots hanging from a long pole she carried across her shoulders. One pot was perfectly formed; the other, although the same shape and size as its counterpart, had a crack in its side. So, it was only half full whenever they returned to the water carrier’s house.
 
For years, the water carrier repeated her journey to and from her house, collecting water from the river. As the years passed by, the cracked pot created a story in its head about its level of worthiness and inability to properly perform the job for which it had been created. Eventually, the pain and shame it felt about its perceived imperfections became too much to bear. So, one day, as the water carrier knelt beside the river and began her usual task of filling the pots with water, the cracked pot found its voice and said,