Confessions of a Dish-aholic

 In Broken Vessels

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. 2 Cor. 4:7

My mom always set a proper table, especially on holidays and when we had special company. I remember the crisp white tablecloth, the silver plated flatware, bone china plates, and sparkling crystal goblets my brother had brought home from Vienna. We even had cloth napkins and candlesticks. The silverware handles were engraved with “H” for Hensel, our last name.

Since I was a young married woman I have been seeking the perfect dish pattern. My china cabinet is heavily laden with Desert Rose dishes for special dinners, Winter Berry for Christmas time, assorted china teacups of my mom’s, teapots, and tea sets. Too much really, but to me they’re like artwork for the table. I don’t take the time often enough to set a lovely table, but when I do, the practical beauty of it feeds my soul.


Probably my favorite teapot is the Old British Castles pattern. A stamped burgundy red design of English castle landscapes on earthenware—elegant with it’s unique shape and design. Of course I followed the manufacturer’s instructions, telling me it was not only dishwasher safe, but also microwave proof. Somewhere along the line I noticed a little puddle underneath the favored teapot and sadly found a hairline crack in the bottom of the vessel. Unless I can find an epoxy that is water friendly and non-toxic to plug it, my beautiful vintage-look teapot is virtually useless. It looks nice on a shelf, but that’s all it’s good for.


Years ago I bought an inexpensive small, classic white teapot. It’s round and friendly looking, sturdy and does its job well. But this practical teapot is well . . . plain. Elegant vs. practical, broken and unfixed vs. dependable.

Sometimes people are like the Old British Castles teapot—lovely to look at, and they don’t think they need repairs, or they aren’t willing to admit it, because of pride. Others plow ahead and do their job with no complaints, so efficiently, as the simple white teapot, so we barely even notice them. They’re content, but unbroken.


Which is better? Either one? Or perhaps neither. I must remember each day that I have cracks the Lord needs to mend (Tweet).  I must depend on Him daily for strength. These are the things, by His power, that can transform me into someone who can reflect His beauty and be used by Him according to His will.

What kind of vessel or teapot would you prefer to be?

TWEET: Confessions of a Dish-aholic at Kathleen Rouser’s blog on Broken Vessels.

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  • Catherine Ulrich Brakefield

    So true. That plain teapot did it’s job. Just as following Jesus and doing the job before us, even if it’s immersed in hot water, is important to Him. It’s not the job, it’s the willing attitude Jesus looks at as do others.


      Hi Cathy, I like your way of looking at that! Sometimes we
      are in hot water, and it’s our willingness to follow Jesus
      that’s important–to keep going one step at a time.

  • Elaine Stock

    I may not know which kind of pot or vessel I’d be, but I do know my cracks would have bursted a long time ago leaving me in tiny fragments if it weren’t for Him.


      Amen, Elaine! Thank you for sharing that. I know what you mean.

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