Miles away you only see the glory;
Taste the sugar as sweet as honey;
Experience the wind as a friendly breeze;
Look at the sun dreamily;
Until you get close,
And realize that not all green looking leaves are always healthy;
That even the pot made by the master potter can crack;
Before you get to really know someone, you almost think they can’t be flawed;
Think their experience, exposure and knowledge means they are perfect.
A conversation or two in, you realize things aren’t as smooth as you thought;
A night or two spent together and you notice little perks and breakages;
A lifetime together and the disappointments roll in daily like your breath.
Humans are imperfect like that;
Yeah, even the most disciplined, knowledgeable and well put together ones;
No one is perfect, even though you think they are Christians and should know better;
Even though you think they should know better considering they’ve been in your shoes before;
I always forget that we are infinitely imperfect;
Always forget that regardless of where a person has been or what they’ve gone through, they might not know better;
That no one person, friend, enemy, colleague, family or pastor will ever know it all;
And until you make room for adjustments and delayed judgements, disappointments will always be your intimate friends.
Perfect or imperfect, they are still our friends, colleagues, family;
Allow people room to grow and develop;
Without locking them in your chamber of ‘you should have known’
A reminder to me and you, that humans, as diverse as we are are imperfect;
Drink some water on that and let it sink deep down;
You’ll relate better hopefully;
Hopefully because the imperfect you can easily forget the imperfections of others.
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