The Bondage of Perfectionism



I realized something the other day. It was kind of a revelation. I am a perfectionist. Outwardly, this may not be apparent, because I am a bit of a scatter-brain. I lose things frequently, am a pretty bad listener, and have a hard time following instructions. Inwardly, though, I am. I set rules for myself to follow, and then feel guilty if I don’t follow them. I am extremely critical of myself, and others; a Pharisee to the core. This has led to a lot of unrealized bondage that I have been carrying. Yet when I realized this, it was like a load was lifted off my shoulders. I can never be perfect in this life. Sanctification is a process of becoming more like Christ, not an overnight event. God know that. He isn’t waiting to smite me, or disappointed in me, as I often view Him. He sees me as already perfect, because of Jesus’ perfection. He loves me because I am in Christ. What a joy, and what a relief. I don’t have to measure up to some extra-biblical standard, to earn my merit before God and others. I can rest and live in gratitude because of His grace. My debt of sin has been paid by the blood of Christ. And I can pray daily for His grace to live a life of holiness.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

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