Reflection by Rev. Leonard N. Peterson
My next door neighbor startled me one day while we were commiserating about our seemingly endless autumn task of raking and bagging fallen leaves. Innocently enough, she said that this job must be an added burden for me “since you’re such a perfectionist.” “Wow!” I thought, “she had nailed it. She recognized my proclivity for what it is. Then it must be obvious.” She had noticed this before last autumn. I wondered what it was. I never asked her.
You most likely know what being a perfectionist means. Love of order and cleanliness. A place for everything and everything in its place. Little tolerance for mistakes, your own and others’, and no allowance for unmade beds, thank you.
Please relax, all of you who are reading this and do not think or act this way, when you hear Our Lord say “Be perfect.” What He means is something quite different from a personality trait.