As part of my weekly challenge/recommendation I tackled “perfection” in my journal and this is what I came up with:
This word, perfection, just kind of sucks. It’s a word with which one can only have a relationship of perpetual failure. Not one aspect of our creation and being is wired for it. Perfection implies a finite measurement… a finished work of art… an end goal… a completion of sorts. Eternal progression requires no such thing. And so, it’s a concept worth abandoning. Mormon theology challenges the ways this word is generally understood – because even the Mormon divine is one affected by the expanding and ever-changing concept of the possibility of continued progress… which in turn implies constant change. I find great beauty in this. And a profound invitation to wrestle with a concept that’s difficult for my mind to grasp. And to move towards the unknown and the possible, versus a conclusion I may have incorrectly prescribed.
What’s your relationship with the word “perfection” about? No wrong or right answers here… only explorations I hope we can honor in each other.