The Cracked Pot (Unknown)

The story line:
...A certain bearer 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 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, 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 perceived to be a 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?" "I have been able, for these past 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 of this work, and you don't get full value from your own efforts." The pot said.
The water nearer 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 took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and his cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers growing on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's 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 everyday while we walk 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." --- (author unknown) ---

The comment line:
The story reminds me a proverb in the old testament which says, "We honor God for what he conceals." (Prov. 25:2) . To my own intepretation, that means it is the glory of Him to have things just the way they are no matter what and how they look like.
As mentioned from my homepage, duality plays part in all things. In the best of every situation, there is always something to learn from; and in every existing problem, there holds a positive possibility. Everything, once exists in this universe, has its own funtionality that sooner or later would be useful for something else.
From this philosophical point of view, this comment sends another message to to all extreme conservative evangelists who try to single out other minorities including, race, ethnics, sex, and especially sexual reference. If one truly "honor God for what He conceals", then stop seeing the differences among others. Stop using excuses to differentiate things that others happen not to have what one has. Instead embrace the diversity that life brings.
Writing up to here, I remember a quote that a Buddhist monk, Bon Kai, once said, "You think that good is hating what is bad. What is bad is the hating mind itself.”