My Saturday morning was spent planting privacy trees for the mother of my friend, Diana.  Diana's aunt, Rhonda, helped me with a great deal of the work.  Rhonda is a recently divorced mother of two, and a wonderful mother, if I do say so myself.  Around the planting of the 5th tree, we began talking about our respective church homes, and I learned that she'd recently been anxious about returning to church, due to her moving away from her ex-husband.  She told me how she'd called her pastor, and how embracing and graceful he'd been towards the situation.  He'd told her one of the best lines I've ever heard about the nature of the church.

"The church can and should be a perfect entity comprised by, of, and for imperfect people."

How amazing is it that this man could cast aside any and all judgment and be the voice of Christ for this woman?  Are you that graceful?