It Sounds Like God To Me

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                           Shortcut To Perfection

                              By Phil Scovell

          I lived about four blocks  from the elementary school I attended.
     I well remember  every square inch of  that neighborhood and it  was a
     wonderful place  in which  to grow  up as  a child.   I  lived in  Des
     Moines, Iowa until  I was  about twelve  and then we  moved to  Omaha,
          My  first week of kindergarten was exciting and a little scary at
     the same  time.  My  mom walked me to  school that first  day, as most
     mothers did  with their little four,  five, and six year  old children
     starting school for the first time.
          During that first  week, mom explained to me  that she would walk
     with  me  but each  day she  would  stop short  of walking  the entire
     distance with me and let me walk the rest of the way by myself.  This,
     she explained, would help me get used to it.   I was a little nervous,
     you might say,  about walking alone and  I didn't like the  thought of
     leaving my mother either but I  knew it had to be done.   After all, I
     was a big boy now because I was in school.
          The second day,  she walked all the way to the school grounds and
     let me walk the  half a block to where my school  entrance was for the
     kindergarten students.
          the third  day, we  walked the first  two block  together because
     they were not  divided by a cross  street.  At  the end of that  first
     corner, mom encouraged me to finish the rest on my  own.  She promised
     to stay  at the corner so  I could see her,  if I turned to  look, and
     that way she would  make sure I arrived safely on  the school grounds.
     This  was back  before  children were  kidnapped.   Now  we  jail such
     perpetrators,  if they  are caught,  and  then we  let  them out  into
     society  again two or  three years  later so they  can do it  all over
          I well remember,  turning around and looking around  two or three
     times to see if mom was still on the corner, as I made my way down the
     remaining  two blocks to school.  She  was always there.  Fortunately,
     the school  property could be seen  clearly from the corner  where mom
     stood but it was comforting to be able to turn and see her smiling and
     standing there watching.
          On the fourth day, she walked about half way down those first two
     blocks.  Now, when I rounded the corner, I could no longer see her but
     I knew where she was and I made it without any trouble.
          Finally, by  week's end, I  was walking the entire  distance from
     home by myself without fear or reluctance.
          Over  the years,  I walked  every conceivable  route to  and from
     school.  When I was a little older, I gained courage enough to take  a
     shorter way home  by cutting through a back street and then snaking my
     way through backyards.  At times, I even went home for lunch.  I would
     run all  the way,  taking the  shortcut, climbing  and jumping  a tall
     fence, eating lunch at home, and then running back to school in plenty
     of time to play on the large playground with my friends.
          This  childhood memory,  along with  two  others, recently  began
     surfacing.    The  three memories  seemed  to  be a  boxed  set.   The
     interesting aspect of the three memories, or the thing they all had in
     common, were that they were all good memories.  I am so  used to going
     to bad memories, or painful memories, where healing by the  Lord Jesus
     Christ needs to be done, both in  my personal life and those with whom
     I  pray,  that  I was  stumped  as  to why  these  good  memories were
     surfacing.  Sure, I had seen these pleasant memories hundreds of times
     over the years but as these came to  mind, they seemed to stay, almost
     fixed, in my memory.  It was this memory, however, that seem to have a
     little discomfort  in it so I began praying  and asking the Lord about
          He said, "How did you feel in the memory?"
          I felt alone and said as much.
          "What else did you feel?" the Holy Spirit asked.
          I stared at the little 5 year old boy walking down those two long
     blocks alone and looking back occasionally to see if his mom was still
     there.  Loneliness wasn't really  what I felt.  Then  what was it?   I
     watched myself carefully in the  memory and realized that I  wasn't in
     danger and that my mom was just a few yards behind me.  Then it hit me
     and I said, "I  felt like I  should have not been  afraid and able  to
     walk to school on my own."
          It was  almost as  if I could  hear the  Lord chuckle.   He said,
     "Phil, you don't have to be perfect because I am."
          This statement was  so powerful, I had to stop and think about it
     for awhile.  Yes, I knew Jesus was perfect but why this  truth in this
     memory He was letting  me recall?  Because something told  me I should
     have been  better; I should have  been perfect; I  shouldn't have been
     afraid.  Yet, Jesus said, "You don't have to be perfect because I am."
     I felt the reality of this statement  of truth and felt myself smiling
     inside.   It was true.  I  did not need to be  perfect because my Lord
     and Savior was perfect in my behalf.
          I am not a perfectionist by any means but I often pray with those
     who  are.   For  those  who  are  Born  Again Christians,  this  kicks
     perfectionism right  in the head.   So stop and  think about it  for a
     moment and if  you still have trouble with  your perfectionism getting
     in your way, call me and let's find out the truth which  Jesus has for