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How to Be Perfect

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I read the scripture: "Be ye therefore perfect..."  And it gave me some pause for thought.  I am myself what you would call a Type A personality.

I think the problem with perfection is when we think of perfection we think of quantity and we think of being the most like everything else.  When we humans create things we mass produce.  We want everything the same, of a certain "quality" which means it is the most like everything else, the most normal.

So when we say someone's "perfect" we are either saying that they are very symmetrical and a lot like the mean.  What we are really saying that they are just AVERAGE.

We are all trying to be average.  To lose weight or to gain it.  To have the talents that everyone else has.  The home that looks like the one that everyone else wants.  But have we ever stopped to think who we are and what we want in our life?

God does not make NORMAL.  He does not make symmetrical.  He makes interesting.  He makes diversity.  He makes dry, barren rolling sand deserts and high unattainable peaks.  Beautiful tiny forget-me-nots and crystal diamond lakes.  Humid tropical rainforests and grasslands stretching as far as the eye can see.  And people as varied in their colors and looks as they are in their talents and skills.  Each of us adding to the beauty and diversity of one great whole.  Each of us providing something that contributes.  This is called fulfilling the measure of one's own creation.

Being a "perfectionist" in God's way is not about being average at all.  It is about being the best we can be.  We really start living when we figure out who WE are, what we like, and what's unique about us.  And when we can start enjoying others for the same reasons.




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