There is no offense you could ever commit that can rob you of your
magnificence, or of the wonder of who you are. Gosh, Eliot Spitzer’s
drama has brought up a lot of stuff for all of us, hasn’t it? Yet who
among us hasn’t fallen from the path, betrayed another, acted
unwisely, fallen prey to temptation, given in to a craving or addiction?
All of us are human. And in God’s eyes that makes us perfect.
Really. Just the way we are. Like 3-year-olds, looking anxiously
up at some elder, wondering with quivering lips whether we’ll get
a spanking for breaking the rules…
The 3-year-old is beautiful in her innocence. He is pure as snow,
and there is simply something that has not been totally understood,
or fully integrated into behavior yet. It’s okay. We don’t mean to
be “bad.” And in truth, we aren’t. Not a one of us.
We’re simply, sometimes, mistaken. And God loves us anyway.
Immensely. Completely.

Just as we are.

Neale Donald Walsch