There is an infinite distance between imperfect and perfect. Imperfect is who I am, and perfect, who I need to be. There is yet another infinite distance between perfect and You, for You are Perfection itself. There are, then, two infinites between us: from imperfect to perfect, from perfect to You, and I know I cannot reach. But I know too that You are merciful, and that You will cross one infinity, and I the other, and there at perfect You will meet me. So I set out to traverse the gap, to leave behind who I am and become who I need to be— perfect, and then, there, You will meet me. But now I am here, I have gone the distance, and yet perfect is still an infinity away. I cannot reach the other side. Then I turn to see here, at imperfect, You stand beside me, and say, “Only I can cross.” And then I realize this double mercy: You cross two infinites and meet me at imperfect, and carry me to dwell with You at Perfection.
Michael Baruzzini is a 2005 graduate of the University of Notre Dame.