You saw a fracture
and dismissed the whole vessel.

One weakness…
and suddenly the voice meant nothing.
One inconsistency…
and you folded your arms like righteousness
had finally found someone smaller to stand beside.

You point. You call out.

You dissect another man’s struggle
as though leadership requires divinity,
as though the messenger was ever meant
to become the Message.

Tell me…

when did we start demanding perfection
from people still kneeling for mercy?
When did weakness become disqualification
from speaking truth?

Yes, there is wisdom in caution.
A drowning man should not teach swimming.
A blind guide should not direct the path.
A man lost in the woods should not be yelling,
“follow me, I know a shortcut!”

If someone speaks from a place
he himself refuses to walk,
discernment matters.
Common sense should not be ignored.

But you…

you act as though one unfinished battle
erases every truth they carry.
As though a man wrestling one temptation
cannot recognize another.
As though scars justify silence.

Did you forget?

Truth remains truth
even when carried by trembling hands.
A cracked mirror may distort,
but it still catches light.

And what a strange expectation this is…

You expect leaders to be flawless
while preaching a Gospel
built upon grace for the flawed.
You want shepherds without wounds,
teachers without struggles,
voices without contradiction.

Yet, Scripture has always been full of broken men
used anyway.

Not gods.

Men.

Fighting pride.
Fear.
Doubt.
Temptation.

Learning surrender
while teaching it.
Failing, repenting, rising again.

Because the point was never perfection.
The point was pursuit.

And you might consider…
before dismissing every word from imperfect lips,

Are you rejecting truth…

or just disappointed
that the one speaking it
still looks human?