Imagine this. Perfection is completely good in and of itself. What could be greater than perfection? The best score on a test is a perfect score. The greatest rating given to an Olympic dive is a perfect 10. When we find something that fits exactly what we were looking for, we say "it’s perfect." When we think of the "perfect" man or woman, we have a set list of criteria that few, if any, could ever fully achieve.
And yet, perfection is defined and bounded. There is no mystery to perfection. Perfection has its limits. Perfection is not a 101% grade on a test. 101% is more than perfect. 101% is a perfect score with extra credit. An Olympic diver cannot achieve a 10.1 rating because a 10 is as high as the rating system can go.
We can define perfection. We know what it is. There is no mystery to it. Perfection has a limit.
Now imagine this: God’s commands are boundless. God’s words are greater than perfection. More than perfect. God’s commands are perfect and then even more. God’s words blow past perfection and leave it in its finite dust. God’s commands are Grade A++++ (infinity). Even the perfectionists among us think that’s incredible!
So what do we desire? Perfection? Why limit ourselves to some piddly ole’ perfection when we can desire so much more? Why do we stare at ourselves in the mirror and measure ourselves against perfection? Why do we limit ourselves by aiming for the perfect score? Why not seek more for ourselves than perfection?
The next section of Psalm 119 (starting with the Hebrew word Lamedh) sits in wonder at this idea:
89 Your word, O LORD, is eternal;
it stands firm in the heavens.
90 Your faithfulness continues through all generations;
you established the earth, and it endures.
91 Your laws endure to this day,
for all things serve you.
92 If your law had not been my delight,
I would have perished in my affliction.
93 I will never forget your precepts,
for by them you have preserved my life.
94 Save me, for I am yours;
I have sought out your precepts.
95 The wicked are waiting to destroy me,
but I will ponder your statutes.
96 To all perfection I see a limit;
but your commands are boundless.