There are so many of us who are striving for perfection. We want to be the best, be on top, be number one, be the fan or family favorite. No matter our position, we are all hoping that we are better– better than we were yesterday, better than our parents were to us, better than history has been or time can tell.
We come to fill in the gap, to build the bridge, to lend a helping hand. We try to be what others were not for us; we hope to give what we did not receive. We live our lives not only trying to make a difference but to make up the difference. We could not save ourselves so we try to save others. I could argue that proximity should have made our self- salvation more feasible but the reality is that we cannot save ourselves. There is nothing in us that allows us to be personal saviors or unspotted sacrifices.
And the social construct of race only adds to the confusion and causes us to misplace our confidence somewhere in the flesh. Race tells us that social perfection is possible, that there are a people who are born socially pure and who can do no wrong. In fact, they come bearing gifts and to lend a helping hand to those less fortunate than themselves. The social coloring of their skin tells them that they are to make up the difference and to bring change.
It is the old argument of race in post- modern language, that there are persons who were born better than others. Race is a theory that suggests that people are born on ladder, a “Great Chain of Being.” And this lie has bound us for centuries.
But, Christ is the only Savior, the only example of perfection and he came to deliver the world, to set the captive child, woman and man, rural farmer and city executive, conservative and progressive, the elitist and commoner, the rich person and the beggar free (Luke 4.18; John 3.16). It was through his life and ministry that we learned that nobody’s perfect but that all have fallen short not of the race but the glory of God (Romans 3.23).