The world we live in has a skewed perception of perfect- I think that much is clear.
Who was the last person you thought to yourself "oh man, they're so perfect" about?
For some of us it's that girl that goes on dates every weekend and always looks darling.
For others maybe that guy that has a job offer and a girlfriend and millions of friends.
I've thought the same thing many times.
I've also often found myself looking at the person who makes everything seem easy and thinking,
"they're so perfect"
All of it is wrong.
There is only one perfect person. Really, actually perfect. And he was not the world's perfect.
The scriptures never mention once his perfect hair, or popularity (though it does often mention the lack thereof), or the ease of his trials.
There are so many times when I have felt imperfect, but very few of those were times I was comparing myself to the Lord's standard of perfect. I remember in high school knowing tons of people. I had people to make small talk with in class or say hi to on the sidewalk. But when my senior year rolled around and everybody went off campus with their close friends.... I didn't have any. Every once in a while I got invited to lunch with somebody (and a serious thank you to those people- I still remember you), but most days I sat in the library working on college applications or checking the office to see if I knew anybody up there. Not only did I feel like a loser most days during those painful lunch hours, but I felt a heck of a lot less than perfect.
I wish I would have known my Savior a little better, who knew a lot of people, but didn't have millions of friends. Who had people he could have been with, but spent time alone. Who had to deal with really hard things, and was still perfect.
If we all really knew Christ and cared more about being like Him, trying to be more like our peers would cease to matter. Especially the ones with perfect skin and lots of friends and a great social life or whatever it is. The closer I come to Christ, and the better I know my place with him, the less I seem to care about anybody else's perfections and imperfections. .
Our world's perfect is not His perfect. He was perfect, and he lived perfectly.
But the scriptures don't tell us that he never got frustrated with people (see ranting in the temple)
And he waxed strong, but not like a model in a magazine.
And he received not the fulness at first, but learned and grew grace to grace.
The scriptures never tell us he had a beautiful face, but He had a face that reflected His light.
He was asked to do really hard things, really really hard things.
And they weren't always easy for Him.
Else why would he have asked his father not once but twice....
"if it be possible, let this cup pass from me" (Matthew 26:42)
When he was about to take on a trial whose difficulty is beyond comprehension.
The real perfection of Christ came not through a lack of trials,
or from those trials being easy to handle, but from how our Savior Jesus Christ went forward.
What made Him perfect was that He moved forward. Weak, betrayed by His friends, and bleeding from every pore, He walked forward to complete His purpose and do His Father's will.
I take courage in the perfection of my Savior, because I am the master of my ship,
and I can choose to live the way He did. I am mortal, I may fall.
But I can choose.
And just because sometimes my trials seem hard or I feel betrayed by those I love...
it does not mean I am imperfect. I am in good company.
I can strive to be the eternal kind of perfect,
and in that all of the physicality and worldly comparison disappears.
Mind you I am far from perfect, but I have learned what kind of perfect I want to be.
And I'm working on focusing on that.
For Him and what He's given me, including His example, I am forever grateful.
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