Embracing Our Imperfections
It is a well-known fact that I am not articulate at tricky meetings. I always think of the diplomatic and soothing words many hours later. If only I had said this instead of that, then everything would have turned out far better. If we are honest, when we look in the mirror and search our lives and souls, we will all discover that we have the odd blemish. We look at ‘old so and so’ or even ‘young so and so’, and wish that we had their flair for fixing a flat tyre, painting a bathroom or even creating a new garden shed!
When our imperfections bubble to the surface and are on view in 3-D colour for all to see, then you have at least two options.
One is to try and squelch and suppress them and keep them down. To hide them away. Pretend that it was someone else, or that actually, I am rather good at knocking up some bookshelves but I was just having an off day; when the reality is that the last lot of bookshelves I tried to construct we left in another parish long ago and far away because we were pretty sure they would not survive the moving process.
The other option is to embrace our imperfections. To ask the local handyperson to give us a hand, maybe have a congenial cuppa and form a friendship over the project. The local gifted guru would probably enjoy knocking up a coffee table and imparting some of their hard won wisdom and experience.
It’s taken me a long time not to be embarrassed by my imperfections, a longer time to embrace them and an eternity to laugh at them.
Maybe this is why the Master showed his colleagues his hands and his feet!?