This unfurling Papal-Colors flower is at the neighbor’s at the hermitage. If you look to the right side, you’ll find some imperfections. If you look at any of us, you’ll find some imperfections. Don’t think I don’t see them. I do. And how. Yikes! I suffer the whole range of emotions just like anyone else, and spiritually, and it wears me out. Yes, all that. Of course all of that bothers me.
However! I let that be an occasion to not only not let all that bother me too terribly, but I let all that be an occasion by which I can turn to Jesus and thank Him for stepping into this world that we have wrecked. The divine Son of the God walked among us on purpose, clearly seeing all our imperfections and, yes, our sin. He knew it closely, tortured to death on the cross as He was.
If I see someone like, say, me, or, say, the Pope, with imperfections, or worse, I turn to Jesus for the greatness of His mercy. He said not to be afraid. So, I am not afraid. He has conquered sin and death and all the onslaught of hell and has risen from the dead.
It’s better for us when we go about life not making it all about us and our worry. It’s better for us when we go about life with Jesus being the One who is important. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One. And He’s perfect, by the way, no imperfections. After all, He’s the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception. It is He who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.