"God is absolutely perfect."

Perfect is an adjective we toss around often: picture perfect, the perfect moment, and (for those in love) the perfect person. Regularly we use this word to describe how something is precisely as it should. Yet rarely do we use the word “perfect” in its fullest sense – almost always there is some impurity. The picture perfect photograph may have a tree slightly too tall, or the perfect moment may be tainted by worries of work, or even the perfect person may have leave the the cupboard doors open for your head to accidentally hit.

God, however, has no such impurities. His perfection is purer than the purest gold, no dross rises up in smelting and there can be no refinement of His perfection. God is perfectly perfect, unrefinablely perfect, absolutely perfect.

Anywhere that God is, He is in the fullness of perfection. God is not like a calico cat, spotted and mottled, but rather evenly distributed in His perfection. There is not some part of God, tucked way like a moth eaten shirt in a trunk and long forgotten, that is less than the purest of perfect. No, God is like milk – whole and homogeneous – in His perfection.

Further Reading: Jesus tells the crowds about perfection (Matthew 5:43-48).