A way to practice forgiveness.

I’d hate to live with a perfect being. That would be a pain in the butt. I like imperfections. Especially in my friends.  The imperfections. Make them unique. My devoutly religious friends tell me that the creator is perfect. But I don’t buy that. I’ve always been hostile to the notion of the perfect creator. I know better. The creator makes mistakes. But I forgive him. That also allows me to make mistakes. If the creator  can blunder – well, then I have the same right.  That way we both can practice forgiveness. Acceptance, too. –Jim Broede