Perfect imperfection

I have witnessed a miracle and I cannot yet define what it is, I have enjoyed seeing some brothers get baptized and among them, one was a subnormal man in terms of intellectual capacity, what we call a "mentally retarded" . While the others remained calm, waiting for the pastor to ask them and say yes, this man was not calm for a second and caused a gale especially in those of us who remained as spectators.

This being, according to us imperfect, at least in our studied and sophisticated sense of perfection, demonstrated before our eyes, what was the sincere adoration and the most genuine emotion that we can know. This "imperfection" poured out his soul so perfectly that it made us "perfect" ones ashamed. It was like seeing a child enjoying the best gift that his father could give him and in fact it was so, his Father had given him the best gift: Salvation, Eternal Life. It cannot be described with words, simply, the words that can describe this we lost on the way of life, when we lost our innocence, when we left the child we had inside, at some bend in the road.

What then was the miracle? What was the unexpected? That a person with mental problems, who functions with the naivety of a child, would give his life to Christ? The miracle was not in the "imperfect", he, even before saying Yes, was already perfect for God. His sincere adoration was like pleasant incense before the altar, like a libation scented with genuine candor. The miracle was in the others who were being baptized, those who, being conscious sinners, had waged a fight against the Goliath that stalks them daily and had decided to opt for a better life.

Imperfection? As if we knew how to distinguish between what is perfect or not!

I have witnessed a miracle.

I have seen someone who was perfect for God get baptized.

I have seen many imperfects publicly admit that they were.

I have seen the miracle of Salvation and the option for the transformation of lives.

I have seen God.