Questions asked, communication fails, walk away with empty hands,

and an empty heart,

“there is no perfect church”.

Memory prompts thoughts of past hurts made without apology with the oh-so-common response of “I’m not perfect”.

One is an answer to accept and the other side steps acknowledgment.

And it’s love that covers the failure because love your neighbor.

I’m sorry for the hurt you were caused by the imperfect church.

I’m sorry you expected more. Not perfection. Just more.

More hearing.

More compassion.

More understanding.

More grace.

More love.

The unconditional kind of love you would expect from God.

The kind you have heard about,

the kind you were told,

but didn’t see.

The imperfect church does not reflect a perfect God.