Imperfect

So, the holidays (Christmas and New Years) are behind us; the new job has been offered, accepted and started; 2015 is now 2-weeks old and all seems well.  Our Christmas Celebration at Church was well received with great attendance and the musicians, singers, actors, technical team and all else involved performed at peak levels for both presentations.  This is important to me not for "performance" sake but more for promoting excellence within the body of Christ.  That "excellence" is not what you might think when reading this post.  It's not perfect pitch (of which I certainly do not have), perfect tuning, lighting, acting, cues, etc.... It's more so about excellent worship which is centered around our Perfect Savior and giving/leading worship to Him with hearts/lives that are......slightly imperfect.  Hence the photo included.  
My wife always does the bulk of our Christmas shopping, planning, decorating and stocking stuffing.  This year, she purchased some socks which were discounted due to the manufacturer's quality standards not being met and included them in our stockings.  Instead of disposing of the imperfect product, the company knows the market exists to sell something I'm going to put on my feet and eventually throw in the trash or use to clean my boat with.....ie imperfect socks. 

Actually, I didn't even notice the tag until a week or two later when I was digging in the stocking for some renegade candy.  When I looked at the label, I realized that very same label should be displayed on me.  The scripture reference: There are none righteous, no not one. Romans 3:10 resonated with me at this moment.  I am slightly imperfect....in fact, I'm a little more than "slightly". However, my imperfection merely magnifies the Perfection of Christ and His Perfect Love for me.  Now for those in the "hyper-grace" camp, my admission/acceptance of imperfection doesn't give me a pass on the effects of sin and the responsibility to purposely live a life in pursuit of righteousness, but it does free me from the guilt of my lack of the ability to do so every second.  I'll end with this saying: "The law led me to the Cross but Grace kept me off of it."