The Wrinkled Old Shirt Part 2

I sat down beside him and listened to him. He said that the reason he had made my soul look like a shirt, so I would feel more comfortable. And man, was it wrinkled. He asked me to go get the iron and ironing board from the closet. I did so without hesitation. Then, when I got back, he explained the wrinkles. "See, the wrinkles represent your flaws and problems. So, I'm going to straighten them a little." He saw the puzzled look on my face when I heard him say "a little." "Well, I'll tell you why I'm only going to straighten them out a little," he said while he ironed. Every time he brought the iron over the shirt, I got a tingely sensation. "If I just make everything about you perfect, take out all of these flaws and problems, why would you worship me? People would worship you and you wouldn't trust in me, but in yourself." As he ironed he named off all the things he was touching up. Anger, Malice, Impatience, Greed, Dishonesty, and he went on and on. I finally realized that I wasn't as perfect as I thought. He finished ironing and stood up. He carefully lifted the shirt and rolled it up. He got one end and put it back in my ear. "A good way to fix a problem is to have help, but another way to fix it is to take control and learn from your mistakes." He smiled, gave me a hug, thanked me for my time. He waved good bye and walked back down the road. I always made sure my shirts were ironed. And that I worked on my problems. I know I'm not perfect, but I can battle my problems and strive to be.