How I Became the Perfect Child
According to our dictionary, the word Perfect means complete of its nature or kind. Sense I was of the age where one starts to understand life (around the age of 10); I developed an urge to be a memorable icon to others. My brother, mother, and father were my motivation. Each of them was and still is very successful in their occupational fields. Not only are they the elite in their professional duties, but also they are set apart from others who are too superior in their responsibilities. Almost as if God specifically placed them in the world of corporate America to bring forth a powerful appearance, a sincere deliverance, and a desire to help others comprehend with what it takes to accomplish the level they have reached. To me, they were perfect, complete of their nature or kind. But I, the youngest of the crew felt like the crumb of a cake, petite, fragile, and an additional burden to their lives.
I was a C average student, a C average athlete, and a C student in socialization (I could not relate to others very well). It would rip my heart in two sectors when I would push myself to be as excessively victorious as my bloodline, and barely surpass even fail at each attempt of obtaining the label of a conqueror.
I struggled with my purpose for living up until the summer leading into my senior year at Morehouse College. It was then when I was lead by a family friend to a church, which became the place where I would spend the remainder of my undergraduate life. I didn’t even know the word ambitious existed until I began attending this church. It wasn’t the people, nor the atmosphere, but I was automatically drawn the ministers of that church. They would share stories that were of the bible that caused me to reflect on my life. I began to think they were psychic.
How is it that they know what I’m going through? How is it that they can come up with points and solutions to the issues that haunt me till this day? These are the questions I would ask myself each time I left the sanctuary after a service or bible study.
After the cultivation of dedicated time spent at my home away from home, I then concluded that these ministers aren’t psychic, they’re just people who know what I’m going through because they were in the same predicament when they were my age.
I started to attend as many services and bible studies as possible, purchased books and videos of divinity, and observed the atmosphere of holiness so that I could one day be a dynamic minister such as the minister’s of Cascade United Methodist Church were, and then I could be elite and complete of my nature and kind, similar to the ones who hold my heart (my family).
They did not push me, I pushed myself, and when I pushed myself to the limit, that’s when the Lord stepped in and illustrated his reality and sovereignty. No longer do I depend on my own ability, because I was not blessed with natural aptitude. But I was blessed with a source, and that’s God almighty, and whenever I ask for the strength, courage, wisdom, and love to fulfill a task, his grace becomes assertively sufficient. Without God I remain the crumb of the cake, but with him, I’m equally yoked to my blood, with him, I’m a perfect child…