This is a guest post by Linda Ricke.
I’ve often said that my whole life has been one big self-improvement project. I’m on a mission to find my purpose and to fulfill it in whatever time I’m given here on earth. But am I striving so hard for change that I’ve missed the point that God created me the way I am for a purpose?
God so often chooses to work his best lessons through the small or the seemingly weak of society. John the Baptist was a bit off-putting with his outlandish garb and his crazy diet. St. Thérèse of Lisieux was a small, sickly young woman prone to sentimentality and over-emotionalism. Gandhi was a thin, frail, passive man who preached non-violence. Jesus Christ was born in a stable for animals. He was tortured and beaten and killed. Yet all these people moved billions of others toward a better life here and hereafter.
They didn’t try to change themselves into more powerful, perfect specimens of model human beings. God worked miracles through their weaknesses and imperfections. God didn’t ask them to be better. God asked them to surrender themselves to him, so he could make them perfect just the way they were.