Thecirclewantedtobewhole,soitwentaroundlookingforitsmissingpiece.
Butbecauseitwasincompleteandthereforecouldrollonlyveryslowly,itadmiredtheflowersalongtheway.
Itfoundlotsofdifferentpieces,butnoneofthemfit.
Soitleftthemallbythesideoftheroadandkeptonsearching.
Thenonedaythecirclefoundapiecethatfitperfectly.
Nowitcouldbewhole,withnothingmissing.
Itincorporatedthemissingpieceintoitselfandbegantoroll.
Nowthatitwasaperfectcircle,itcouldrollveryfast,toofasttonoticetheflowers,totalktotheworms.
Whenitrealizedhowdifferenttheworldseemedwhenitrolledsoquickly,itstopped,leftitsfoundpiecebythesideoftheroadandrolledslowlyaway.
Thelessonofthestory,Isuggested,wasthatinsomestrangesensewearemorewholewhenwearemissingsomething.
Themanwhohaseverythingisinsomewaysapoorman.
Hewillneverknowwhatitfeelsliketoyearn,tohope,tonourishhissoulwiththedreamofsomethingbetter.
Hewillneverknowtheexperienceofhavingsomeonewholoveshim
andgiveshimsomethinghehasalwayswantedorneverhad.
Thereisawholenessaboutthepersonwhohascometotermswithhislimitations,whohasbeenbraveenoughtoletgoofhisunrealisticdreamsandnotfeellikeafailurefordoingso.
Thereisawholenessaboutthemanorwomanwhohaslearnedthatheorsheisstrongenoughtogothroughatragedyandsurvive,she/hecanlosesomeoneandstillfeellikeacompleteperson.
LifeisnotatrapsetforusbyGodsothathecancondemnusforfailing.
Lifeisnotaspellingbee,wherenomatterhowmanywordsyou’vegottenright,you’redisqualifiedifyoumakeonemistake.
Lifeismorelikeabaseballseason,whereeventhebestteamlosesone-thirdofitsgamesandeventheworstteamhasitsdaysofbrilliance.
Ourgoalistowinmoregamesthanwelose.
Whenweacceptthatimperfectionispartofbeinghuman,andwhenwecancontinuerollingthroughlifeandappreciateit,wewillhaveachievedawholenessthatotherscanonlyaspireto.
That,Ibelieve,iswhatGodasksofus—not“beperfect”,not“don’tevenmakeamistake”,but“bewhole.”
Ifwearebraveenoughtolove,strongenoughtoforgive,generousenoughtorejoiceinanother’shappiness,andwiseenoughtoknowthereisenoughlovetogoaroundforusall,thenwecanachieveafulfillmentthatnootherlivingcreaturewilleverknow.