I consider myself to be a healthy mix of Martha Stewart, the Boy Scouts and MacGyver.
I am pretty stinkin’ organized.
I am usually pretty well prepared.
And I can improvise really well.
But then there are times when I show my true human nature.
Take this recent example as evidence enough.
My teenage son was signed up for camp. He was going to a camp we know, with a group we don’t know.
We’ve been saving up and bartering for a while to send him. Camp is expensive.
I’ve had it on the calendar for a couple of months, and even had the brochure on my nightstand (admittedly under a bunch of junk).
I’ve been in contact with the group administrator all week about the last payment, forms and who he’s traveling with.
So, when I got a call at 2:30 in the afternoon asking if we were on our way, I was confused. Really confused.
On our way where? Was there a pre-camp meeting I forgot about? Why would they be calling us about something as simple as a meeting?
That’s when it hit me. I had the wrong dates for camp on our calendar this whole time.
They were leaving now. Like RIGHT NOW.
Calmly, and collectively I told the young voiced youth pastor we’d meet them at the interstate exit in 40 minutes. 20 minutes to pack, 20 minutes to drive.
Now, you’ve got to understand. This is no normal camp. They are at the literal edge of Yellowstone sleeping in full size tepees. He needed to be prepared for mountain hiking, rock climbing, mountain biking, horse back riding and white water rafting.
In 20 minutes.
I raced through the house carrying my laptop with the list I received in my email box, frantically looking for clean clothes for my teenage son who is allergic to doing laundry.
In my panic I tripped on the stairs and sent my laptop flying. Crash, Bang, Boom. Laptop’s dead.
Quick to find the other laptop, log in to my email, download the list, try this again.
Within 40 minutes of the frantic call he was on the road to Wyoming.
The best part? I am now 100% visible as the human I am.
I’m not perfect. I never will be.
I may have traits that make me appear to have it all together at times (although those traits seem to be disappearing as fast as my pre-children figure), but let no man be fooled, Superwoman I am not.
This is good news for my children.
Yes. Good news.
You see, I am just proof that no matter how hard humanity strives to achieve it, perfection is unobtainable.
This is important. The moment we start to believe that we have the ability to overcome sin, human error or even consequence, we take away from the remarkable life and actions of Jesus.
If we could achieve perfection, then what was the point of Jesus?
If I could somehow follow all the rules, play the game of life just right and avoid all human contact so as to not get annoyed, why’d He even bother coming here in the first place?
There’s a reason Jesus came to this planet in the form of a living, breathing human being.
It’s stinkin’ hard to be a person.
Now imagine what He had to overcome, and somehow yet still remained perfect and sinless.
He grew up Jewish. I mean, was there any other religion with more rules?
He lived in a small town. Gossip and pettiness anyone?
He had younger siblings. No explanation needed.
He grew up doing construction. Um, construction sites are not known for their moral purity.
And the list could go on.
My point is this; God doesn’t expect us to ever achieve perfection. It’s not humanly possible.
But this culture we live in still somehow expects that Christians are to be perfect.
Perfect image. Perfect behavior. Perfect choices. Perfect lifestyle. Perfect family. Perfect children. Perfect career. Perfect lives.
It’s just plain stupid.
I want my kids to know upfront that perfection is not possible. And not only that, but that it’s dangerous to even attempt.
The moment that we believe that we can be like Jesus is the moment that we take the second bite of the apple offered up to Eve in the garden.
Adam and Eve were not made to be God. They were made to walk with God.
We were not made to be Jesus, but to walk with Him.
How About You?
Do you have an area you are afraid to not be perfect in?
Love you guys!