Words

I feel the need to write. It's 1:30 a.m. and you say, "go to bed, Mary" but my thoughts will not go to bed. Night is when I come alive. My mind settles and my thoughts become clear. Clear enough to see the bottom of my pool of to-do lists, distractions, priorities, weaknesses, anxieties and all of the other things that clutter my mind during the buzz of daily living. I like quiet nighttime pondering. It shapes not only what I think, but who I am and what I am choosing to become.Writing helps me ponder.

We all have that opportunity, to choose what we want to become. And becoming is a process, not an achievement. It is a long journey. I can decide to become more patient, but never will I fully arrive at patience like we arrive at a destination. Even the most patient people on earth are still human. And humans fall short. Always. No one will get out of this life perfect. That will take longer than this life to achieve. So becoming, then, is more significant to me than achieving. Someone who is still in the process of becoming shows commitment. Willingness to try again. Refusal to quit. An accepting attitude. Humility. All of those things that allow us to recover from our mistakes. And we all make mistakes. What would this world be like if we didn't? If people could just reach all of their goals and nail it all of the time? I think it'd be awesome, but there would be nothing left to learn. And when we learn we grow. I am not done growing yet. We all have a lot to learn.

So, back to becoming, what am I going for? What is it I want to be? Hopefully, some beautiful arrangement of these attributes:

patience love wisdom kindness  

creativity joyfulness obedience passion holiness  

motherliness beauty gratitude humility

and a hundred others, this list is but a beginning.... I have such a long way to go. But since we all do, I am in good company. I am thankful to not have to make this journey alone. I could not handle learning all that I have to learn surrounded by constant perfection. It would frustrate me to the point of failure. I am bad enough comparing myself to others as it is. I know I would do worse if all of my examples and role models lacked weaknesses. If they were flawless versions of everything I aspire to be. I am thankful we have One example, Jesus Christ. He has shown us the way to live and I find comfort in the fact that He has been the ONLY perfect being on this earth. That places us all back on the same line. The mortality-weakness-imperfection-falling short-you name it-line. I like that line because that is where I am. And until I have outgrown it, that is where I will continue to be as I strive to become, as the Army puts it "all I can be."

A New Perfect

Several weeks ago, two strangers knocked on my door. No, they weren't Jehovah's Witnesses or LDS missionaries. Many of you have probably met them/heard of them/read about them by now. They first asked if I wouldn't mind taking a brief survey, to which I agreed, and then asked if I had ever heard of "Be Ye Perfect" and if so where. "I have..." I answered, trying to place the slogan in my day-to-day events (besides scripture, obviously). Finally, I remembered seeing ads on facebook. They seemed interested and pleased to hear that.

Our visit was brief, as they had intended, and they left promptly when Paul appeared in the doorway behind me. Something greatly bothered me about their visit and I continued to reflect on it for days after. The basic premise of their church (organization, whatever it is) is that we are already perfect! That because of Jesus Christ, we do not need to do anything and that we are not just saved, but perfected. Hmmmm. Sounds easy. I clarified that they weren't saying we could all just run a muck and do whatever we wanted, but they believe that "out of gratitude," we do good things to thank Jesus for doing all the work for us. Yikes.

I do believe in perfection. You bet I do. But not in this lifetime. And I believe that Jesus surely has paid the price for that beautiful perfection, but not as a one-sided bargain. How foolish it would truly be to believe He left NOTHING for us to do but live gratefully. And gratitude is huge. Perfection is a huge idea too, and something that I haven't seen yet in this fractured world.

That being said, I look forward to perfection. I imagine it would go something like this:

I wake up in the morning on a sunny day at the peak of restfulness, no longer tired, but beautifully rejuvenated. I easily make and eat an amazing breakfast that is healthy and delicious, classically presented and quickly cleaned up. I leave my spotless kitchen to breeze through a gorgeous home and find my sleeping child(ren) - the number is irrelevant - as many as I can possibly have, just peeking little eyelids open to smile at me. I go about my day in a state of total calmness, never stressing, perpetually happy, effortlessly completing all tasks I have set aside for the day and speaking loving and thoughtful words to all I meet. I am impeccably clean and beautiful and my perfectly-fitted clothes feel like a second skin as I move in a toned and flexible body. I have no need for makeup since everything looks better au naturale...

You get the idea. Perfection - no pain, problems, strife, anxiety, mess-ups, bad weather, gross food, rushing, snapping, complaining, spills, torn fingernails and so forth. Just beautiful perfection. But this life is not about perfection. Not yet. Perfection, contrary to what these proclaimers believe, is earned. There is only one Way we can all become perfect and that is through (a) believing in and accepting the atonement of Jesus Christ and (b) following His perfect example, studying and applying His teachings, and living the standard He has set: repentance, faith, baptism...

Perfection is a beautiful doctrine and I am so grateful we each have the opportunity to strive toward it as we learn patience, humility, obedience, sacrifice, love, self-restraint and all of the other qualities emulated by our perfect Savior.

In the meantime, I think we can enjoy a new kind of perfect. A perfection that arises from deep gratitude for the way things are and contentment with ourselves and our mortal surroundings. Bad weather is perfect, because a glum day now and then helps us appreciate lovely weather. Pain is a positive thing when it humbles us or helps us learn patience. Disappointment is erased when we work to create something better and learn to overcome circumstances.  When we realize that life is perfect for all that we need right now, that we are not perfect but are striving for it, this life can become more meaningful. More rewarding. And more of what we came here to learn. None of us are perfect yet, but out of gratitude, we can do those things that over a lifetime will add up gradually as we become more like Jesus.

May we all remember this Christmas that it is Jesus Christ who made perfection possible, and do our best to become more like Him each day, meanwhile enjoying this beautiful mortal existence He created for us.

Merry Christmas!!!