That biblical word "perfection" has puzzled me. When I think of perfection, I think of a perfectly polished auto body or a precisely painted wall in a house or a polished piece of wood furniture. But when I went to the mountains on a retreat a few years ago, I sat and looked out a viewing window and saw the rugged mountain peaks and the valleys full of trees. I thought it was a "perfect" view. But then it occurred to me that those peaks were uneven and jagged. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason.