Too much pressure. I can't be that perfect. And when I try, I'm not real. I'm guarded and anxious, over-responsible and perfectionistic. But perfectionism, that impossible idol of those arrogant enough to think they might actually achieve it, is the polar opposite of grace.
Perfectionism is salvation by works returning through the back door.
Inevitably, it leads to hypocrisy. We pretend to be perfect because in reality, of course, we can't be. I can't even preach a perfect sermon, let alone live one. What's more, even if my life were the perfect sermon reflecting Christ, it would probably be misunderstood anyway. I guess it was what they wanted to hear.