The Perfection of Imperfection
I read two blog posts recently that really made me think about some things. People are always saying that God doesn’t make mistakes, and, indeed, I believe this to be true. God has a plan. We just don’t know what it is.
On John Shore’s blog, he published a piece of writing from a young man who was contemplating his first real exchange with a transgender female from the Thruway Christians. The young man talked about his struggle with how God could make a female who is trapped in a male’s body when God is perfect. Some people often use the same argument for why gays can’t be born that way. It’s got to be a choice because God doesn’t make mistakes.
There was another echo of that same concept on Julie Clawson’s blog, onehandclapping (also on my blogroll – please check her out), about Julie’s disability. Julie was born without an arm below the elbow. She talked of her frustration with well meaning Christians who believe that they should pray for her arm to sprout. And she talked about the same concept of God’s “perfection.”
Well, let’s think about that for a minute. Would we want a world where everyone was perfect? If perfect is a young Cindy Crawford, would we really want a world where every woman looks exactly like Cindy Crawford did in her twenties? I’m sure some guy out there will say yes. But I think most people like variety.
I realize that’s not quite the same thing as being born transgender or being born without an arm. But when we question God’s perfection over making people with disabilities or diseases or less than perfect looks, or less than stellar intellect, then aren’t we questioning God and his plan?
I don’t think that God is the god of eugenics. Do you? I mean, do you really think that God sits in his bunker in heaven with his tiny mustache and tries to create a super race of blond haired, blue-eyed specimens of perfection? Do you think the real problem is that we keep thwarting his master plan with our free will and haphazard procreation?
Yeah, me, neither. For one thing, the Hebrew people are God’s chosen race. For another, we’d all get tired of those tall blonde, blue eyed Nazis after awhile. Even they would get tired of one another and eventually long for some gorgeous, swarthy person of the opposite sex to whisper in Yiddish to them. I know I would, anyway. Please. Whisper “shiksa” to me.
The parallel may seem like a stretch – from questioning God’s perfection over a missing arm or a gender identity issue or a sexual orientation issue all the way to anti-Semitism and the Holocaust. But really, not so much. It’s all the same concept, just on a different scale. I believe those things that we humans see as being imperfect are not imperfect at all to God. Learning to love people who are “different” makes us all a little more perfect in God’s eyes. And remember, even Cindy Crawford has that mole.
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