Character Confession: Birds of Different Feathers

I never tire of learning, especially when it comes from those quiet times with the Lord.

Especially when it comes from the everyday things I usually take for granted.

We had one beautiful spring day where it was nice enough I could read outside. The birds seemed as excited as I was. I looked at a tree and noticed something.

The tree was full of birds. Singing birds. I know, nothing new there.

This is what got me. They were all sorts of birds. I’m not a master bird watcher, so I don’t know their official names, but they were not the same. I believe there were two morning doves. A robin. A gray bird. A cardinal. A bird with a red belly. All in the same tree. Chirping their praises.

And here’s what hit me–the tree is the Body of Christ. And in that Body, birds of a different feather can flock together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I first entered into a personal faith with Christ, the questions were like this: What type of Christian are you? Catholic? Methodist? Wesleyan? Pentecostal? Saying I was a plain Christian just didn’t seem to be enough for most people. I got to the point where I’d answer,

“I’m the type of Christian that loves Jesus.”

And I’d scratch my head wondering, isn’t that enough?

I felt intimidated because the Bible was new to me. But what I read, the entrance to heaven wasn’t as complicated as college entrance exams. In fact, there is only one question:

Do you know Jesus? As in, did you enter a friendship with Him? Know Him beyond recognizing Him as a name, or a curse word?

I never saw where I’d be asked my denomination. And through the years I changed that answer, anyway. A few times. But One thing never changed.

My faith in Christ.

Those birds remind me of that. We are all different classes of birds. Some are cardinals. Others robins. There’s the morning doves and the chickadees.

But we land in the same tree and sing.

I love that visual.

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