Perfect But Not Complete
(The “Other” Lord’s Prayer, cont.)

Imagine that. Prior to Creation Jesus dwelled in a place of perfection – of matchless, incomprehensible beauty. There were no needs, no wants and…no physical universe. It was perfect, but not complete. Thus, this loving creative impulse in our heavenly Father desired to expand, or better – to share this perfection. How can something perfect become more perfect? How does one improve on perfection? We might begin to understand it by lowering our eyes to earth.

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Some may credit it to the aging sentimental Irishman in me. That’s fine. But I’ve found my heart enabled to adapt and grow and cherish both newborn babes and newborn friends.  At each point where I’ve thought, “This is it. This is grand. I need nothing more and no one else,” it seems that heaven has disagreed and given further.  It would have been foolish for me to resist and insist, “I’ve not room enough for one more grandchild or one new friendship.” It doesn’t work that way. When the heart has been graced with heaven’s perspective on such things we understand and welcome the word “more.” I’ve had room for the increase. I’ve experienced the perfection of perfection. I am betting that I have room for even more. So do you.

And now from earth back to heaven. When Jesus prayed to be glorified, it was for this very purpose – that there would be more of us to populate, to fill up heaven. It will be a place where your name and mine will be written in stone – not as a gravestone to the past but as a reserved place of honor for all eternity.