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Old Christ Church has been standing guard at this corner in Pensacola, Florida since 1832. It oozes history. Coupled with the 1800's-era music being played by University of West Florida students on the harpsichord, viola and cello, the atmosphere seemingly transported me back to a time when music, worship services, and life were seemingly more simple and pure.
About the third song in, the musicians were joined by a soprano soloist. Her voice was beautiful. She was perfect. Until... her voice cracked on a high note. Could have been the strain of the note.. could have been the pollen in the air... could have just been a fluke. The musicians continued to play. She stepped back, cleared her throat, stepped forward and continued on to a perfect finish.
Today's chapel moment causes me to reflect on the word "perfect."
A few days ago, after writing and publishing a blog entry, I began to question the verb tense in one of my sentences. I called upon a couple of grammar gurus for help, including the English Comp instructor I was lucky to have during my recent return to college. My grammar was correct, she assured me. I was using "past-perfect tense."
I laughed when I read that.. irreverently thinking, "Well my verb tense may be past-perfect, but when it comes to my life, it's more past-IMperfect!"
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Don't let an imperfect moment keep you from enjoying a perfect finish.
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