I paused in front of a stained glass window — one that I had passed more than a hundred times.

This time, I paused longer than usual.

I looked. Really looked.

Had you asked me about this window, from memory I’d have said it was pretty. Colorful, too.

I’d have had little recollection about its design, or the condition of the solder, leading, or etchings.

Turns out, this particular window isn’t in the best shape. There are modifications. Some strange repairs.

Many areas are significantly worn.

And yet …

Old, but beautiful.

Worn, but compelling.

Imperfect, but wonderful nonetheless.

It seems to me that there’s a lot I can learn from this.