No shortcut to perfection. It must be known and embraced with every beat to find the calculus of rhythm, change and stimulus sponsoring reaction. There are few things one would aspire to become but none as impossible, improbable or lightly attempted as the curvature of significant slope to call it near perfection. For an example alone we must recognize what lays beyond the range, scope and focus of man. Then to definition or recognition of success. Who then would acknowledge your achievement but one who is already perfect? The entire discussion must formulate outside of our own thinking for it too falls well short of qualification for purpose.

What then the rose, whose smell, shape, size, color and profile stand unique outside the panoply of candidates in the bushes? Who then would pluck such as this? Who then could make each one especially rare and different allowing the comparison from outset? What then of perspective for none may say that to attain such unusual standing among all that exist to have been named, the One, would contend with those in disagreement. And forever the comparison would be discussed as to relieve that perfect specimen of charter and position by having been bettered by the new rose, a better rose in all characteristic measure. And what then of processed demotion from the position of splendiferous, having been replaced in historical gradient? How is one called back once having been outdone by the more perfect flower?

There are some roads that lead nowhere but to the next challenge, trial or correction. These long skinny, swerving avenues do not honor arrival but process. Meandering through trope and trouble they sharpen, shape, remake, inhibit and promote growth to that level which may be unique enough for consideration. And if perhaps they near the clarity of thought, beauty and action that set apart a thing, idea or wonder to be reviewed for such label who then declares something, anything has achieved perfection. Becoming is the destination, the process is the thing and each item, flower, man or dog in fact leaves this world perfect as that is the outcome of travelling this dimension surrendered to the Creator’s purpose. Even those interred for everlasting punishment may be deemed perfect for eternal damnation. None leave this world in imperfect state. Their destination and next phase in process having been determined by the choice of where they will spend eternity.

Do we crave or seek perfection as it apparently is the intended general outcome of this short existence? Rarely, it seems do men set themselves upon the road leading to this status. However, it seems that we are enamored with the comparison of those things within the collective of modernity engaged in a historical pecking order against all things gone before. Men, want to wear this title, the shirt or have this ascribed to them in the annals of pathology. How great this misunderstanding for those who aspire to become or be defined as “the perfect” anything yet infrequently take the “skinny path”, the only one leading to that observance. For there is only one way to reach perfection and that being by believing upon and following the only one who ever was and still is perfect, the Lord Jesus Christ. Laugh if you will, mock me and Him if that be your ammo or surplus, but remember I told you the only path to its achievement. Perhaps, what evades you today in clarity will someday become your greatest hope. For that has always been mine.