When I was a little kid, both my parents worked, and my mom made most of our dinners.

One day after a particularly long day at her job, my mom serves us dinner that included a plate of burned biscuits.

As my mom was apologizing for burning the biscuits, by father reaches over, selects the most burned biscuit and proceeded to eat it, saying “I love burned biscuits”.

Later that night, I asked my dad if he really liked burned biscuits.  He gave me a hug, and said “your mom worked hard today, and still got food on the table for us as a family.  Burnt biscuits never hurt anyone, but harsh words and a lack of understanding certainly have”.

 

Life is full if imperfect things, and imperfect people.

 

All of us here as youth leadership, and adult volunteers are an excellent example of this.  Remembering to accept the faults and mistakes others make goes a long ways. 

 

Please pass me the plate of biscuits, I like the burnt ones too.