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14. Life Is to Be Whole
      Once a circle missed a wedge¢Ù. The circle wanted to be whole, so it
went around looking for its missing piece. But because it was incomplete
and therefore could roll only very slowly, it admired the flowers along the
way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It found lots of
different pieces, but none of them fit. So it left them all by the side of the
road and kept on searching. Then one day the circle found a piece that fit
perfectly. It was so happy. Now it could be whole, with nothing missing. It
incorporated¢Ú the missing piece into itself and began to roll. Now that it
was a perfect circle,it could roll very fast, too fast to notice the flowers
or talk to the worms. When it realized how different the world seemed
when it rolled so quickly, it stopped, left its found piece by the side of the
road and rolled slowly away.
      The lesson of the story, I suggested, was that in some strange sense
we are more whole when we are missing something. The man who has
everything is in some ways a poor man. He will never know what it feels
like to yearn, to hope, to nourish his soul with the dream of something
better. He will never know the experience of having someone who loves
him and gives him something he has always wanted or never had.
      There is a wholeness about the person who has come to terms with
his limitations, who has been brave enough to
let go of his unrealistic~ dreams and not feel
like a failure for doing so. There is a
wholeness about the man or woman who has
learned that he or she is strong enough to go
through a tragedy and survive, who can lose
someone and still feel like a complete person.
      Life is not a trap set for us by God so that he can condemn us for
failing. Life is not a spelling bee, where no matter how many words you
have gotten right;you are disqualified¢Ù if you make one mistake. Life is
more like a baseball season, where even the best team loses one-third of
its games and even the worst team has its days of brillianceS. Our goal is
to win more games than we lose.
     When we accept that imperfection is part of being human, and when
we can continue rolling through life and appreciate it, we will have
achieved a wholeness that others can only aspire to. That, I believe, is
what God asks of us--not "Be perfect", not "Don't even make a
mistake", but "Be whole".
     If we are brave enough to love, strong enough to forgive, generous
enough to rejoice in another's happiness, and wise enough to know there
is enough love to go around for us all, then we can achieve a fulffiiment~
that no other living creature will ever know.
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