Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Just an Idea - Day Twenty Three

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what this phrase actually means. “For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.” I mean I know what it means, but I’m not sure how that ties in to love. I’ve been thinking about it all day – at least in the parts of the day when I had brain cells.
Today was a tough day. Days when you get bad news are tough days. Days when you want to know the full scale of answers but you can't are tough days. That was today. So in light of that, I know what it means to me to “know in part.” To me it means that I can only see this tiny corner of a picture. Did I mention tiny?

But how does it tie in to love? Maybe it means all these things we do – the things that will eventually be gone – are just part of the picture. We pour a lot of energy into them now, but they’re just temporary. We do the best we can, but we aren’t perfect. Eventually we will be, though. When that happens, we can love perfectly.
Maybe it means to love despite the missing knowledge. I had trouble with "the list" of the chapter today because I was so focused on what was going on in my head. I wasn't very kind or patient with others because I couldn't look that far away from myself to extend grace to others. But maybe part of the journey is learning to show love while only being able to "know in part."

Maybe this is my “out” for pushing myself to levels I can’t attain. I demand a lot of myself. I demand perfect love. But truthfully, I don’t know how to love perfectly. I can’t know. It’s not available information to me at this point in my life. But someday it will be. And then I can be held to that “perfection” standard that I demand of myself now.

God demands a lot of us. If He didn’t – we’d go too easy on ourselves, I think. Or at least I would. But He knows we’re limited creatures, so maybe this is His way of reminding us that it’s not within us right now to know it all about love.

If that is the case, I like what it says about when the perfect comes, the imperfect disappears. It doesn’t subside. It doesn’t change. It leaves. All we have is a flawless love.

But in the meantime, we have to do the best we can with what we have…and in that, I can continue my work.

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