are the pure in heart

The Super Bowl showed that perfection is a difficult thing to maintain. Even when you do things all right, there will come a time when everything goes all wrong. That goes not just for sports, but for everything you do all day long.

Drove my son to preschool this morning and as is our custom, I began talking to him about spiritual things. Last time, we spoke about diligence. This morning we talked about how Christ died for sins not just in the past or present, but for all time even into the distant future.

I followed that moment of perfection by three hours later picking him up from preschool and then, when irritated by his continued whining about his eyes which he said were hurting even though he was staring at me with both of them wide open, I informed him that if he kept up the whining, I'd be forced to take him to the hospital where it was likely they'd remove his eyes and he'd be blind and unable to continue learning to read. Talk about a Giant defeat.

It is the simple reason that the standards of Heaven are impossible to meet, and that there is no one good enough to be there on their own merit. Our short-term memories think of all those moments of perfection when we do the right thing, and even tons of these do not get past those moments, those singular moments when you are human. Seriously, go through even one day recording all you thought and said and did, and then after analysis don't realize that, yes, I do need a Savior.