Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Flaws of Perfection
By Micky Wolf
Several years ago a friend was staying with us for a few days. Late one afternoon as we were preparing a meal together, I nodded in the direction of a couple of chips in the porcelain stove top.
Without skipping a beat she said, “They’re not ugly. They’re reminders of making memories.”
Great perspective. I’ve had that appliance for many years. Lost count of the number of holiday meals, birthday celebrations, and special occasion chow downs it has been used for.
At the same time, I would be the first to state not every memory is joy-filled. Numerous servings of soups and broths have been heated for someone recovering from a nasty virus, or misery inducing bug of one sort or another. Nonetheless, unpleasant as these recollections be, they serve as wonderful reminders of love as we ministered to one another.
What if we apply similar insight to ourselves?
A glance in the mirror can be more than enough to give witness to what any of us consider flaws. A line here, a spot there, and so forth.
And then there’s the matter of what is below the surface, the experiences of life that leave nicks and dents on our hearts and souls. Some are fresh, others occurred long ago. Either way, the evidence remains. In some cases, it is sweet and lovely, in other instances, bitter and salty.
We could stare at the flaws—in others or ourselves—and make them the focus of our attention.
Or, every time we see them we could choose to see them as reminders of the times in our lives when we have dared to love and be loved.
Seems that is the way of Jesus, the way of a life well lived. One that sees the perfection in the imperfections.
How do I feel about my imperfections?
Would I be happier if they didn’t exist?
Is my perspective of perfection in line with God’s?