The best teachers of my life were poor students of what they taught. Truth came through them regardless and was planted as a seed within me which began to grow and bear fruit. The farmer need not be a perfect individual. He simply needs to sow the seed and Life grows itself.
There is no perfect vessel, there is no perfect teacher.
I am a poor student of the Truth. But that is no excuse to keep the Truth to myself. The Truth is for all.
In releasing my teachers from the unattainable standard of perfection, I release myself from the unattainable standard of perfection, which then allows the perfect Truth to flow through me freely.
In releasing my teachers from the unattainable standard of perfection, I allow the perfect Truth itself to teach me directly, and teach others through me.
We need not be perfect students nor perfect teachers. We simply need to be willing vessels of the Truth.
I am not the teacher. I am merely the vessel of Truth.
My teachers were never the teachers. They were merely vessels of the Truth.
Truth is the real teacher.
There is grace upon grace upon grace.