The other day in church, I let a cat in out of the cold. I found comfort in my actions, and when the priest and his helpers were racing about trying to catch the cat and put him out again, I was smiling secretly to myself. I had created quite a scene, but for a few moments, I had found great delight and humour in the squirmish. And all the while my son was looking on calmly and carrying on with his job that morning greeting the members of the congregation. It was his mother who had swayed from the norm.
Imperfection is the basis of our humanity.
Who are we to judge the vulnerable, for we are all vulnerable. We all stumble and fall. But it is our ongoing quest to always find the gentle, caring hearts who will then help us all to rise again. And when we do this, we can be assured of our humanness. And we will be set free.