Sometimes I awaken around 4:30 or 5:00 and lie in corpse pose (from Yoga) for 30 to 60 minutes meditating. Then I rise, refreshed, to begin the day at 5:30.
This morning the question was framed, tell me about myself. Then I saw a hand writing “Imperfect.”
True, I thought–and then my meditation went off in other directions.
But, I thought, how profound.
How many of us go around pointing to someone else’s imperfections? And we do it as if we ourselves are perfect.
How many of us parse through a list of sins only to conclude that our own sins, if indeed we actually have any, are so very minor compared to sins of someone else?
How many of us build entire theologies around the particular “sin” we have identified as worse than others and organized them out of the club?
How profound the old saying, “when you point at someone, there are three fingers pointing back at you.” Yes, we probably have three times the failings of the one we are singling out.
Some time spent in prayer of confession before encountering others would be time well spent. Then maybe we could be as accepting as the one many claim to follow, but for which there is scant evidence.
As for me…I remain imperfect.
Faith Venture 
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