Be Ye Therefore Perfect

26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed. — Michael Jordan

In one of the best Relief Society lessons I’ve heard, the teacher discussed our spiritual journey and how we needed a working vehicle in order to keep moving. One of the ways she thought we could “break down” on that journey was through sin. She asked us to share sins that sometimes get us stuck and the Mormon Perfectionism Syndrome, usually most visible in testimony meeting and the decorations for Enrichment, suddenly took over the room. Most people just looked away avoiding eye contact like the plague similar to when the teacher asks for a volunteer for prayer.

Then someone said, “well sometimes when I read my scriptures EVERY DAY, I just read them to be done. I don’t spend a lot of time really getting into them. I might just read for 20 minutes and not really meditate or cross reference . . . ” As it turned out that day, this was the worst thing any of us could admit to. Apparently we were all driving spiritual Ferraris and just came to Relief Society to rev our engines.

I’m not suggesting we needed a support group, each of us sharing our most dark thoughts. It was probably best left a rhetorical question. But that answer was typical and telling.

In life, there’s a certain form of imperfection that adds to the character and charm. Imperfect moments lend humor and memory. The Liberty Bell is cracked. We pay extra for distressed jeans and furniture. Sometimes I wish people came with that disclosure:

Due to the handmade artistry, variation between individual [people] should be expected and appreciated.

But there’s always a place perfectionism is valued. At work, we’re expected to do our jobs correctly. We want our children to get straight A’s. And particularly, at church, I find perfectionism a value in the community, a close cousin to excellence. We are striving for a state where we do no wrong, make no mistakes, have no flaws.

Yet this presumed positive has another side as well. In my own life, perfectionism is the enemy to creativity and authenticity, a way to get stuck in and of itself. It is an unwillingness to appear flawed and prevents me from taking risks, trying new things and developing relationships. It is the sister of pride, it stops me from offering even my best to the world because my best is generally flawed. I am unwilling to be trusted to take the game winning shots for my team because I can’t be certain they’ll be made.

When Christ said “Be ye therefore perfect, even as I am perfect” I’ve read before that complete is a better translation of the word perfect. Do we believe that?

How does perfection work in your life – does it drive you to offer your best or does it tie your hands because your best is never perfect?

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