
What does this have to do with Christian formation? Most of us try to judge each other by the standards of spring plumage. We put expectations on other people that they ought to be bright, cheerful, and overflowing with happy praise. When we spot sins in their behavior, or even personality traits that might simply rub us the wrong way, we are tempted to judge them against the high standards of Christian perfection. And we too, many of us, try to present our best face towards the world when we show up at church or invite someone over to our home; we try to give the impression that we've got it all together. And if some of our spotty plumage shows, or our drab ordinariness becomes painfully evident, we can often feel the weight of other people's unfavorable impressions of us.
But here's the truth of the matter: all of us, every one, are in the "molt" stage right now. We're still growing our feathers, still developing into the kind of plumage that our Creator intended for us. None of us is a finished product yet. One day we will be--we will shine with a spiritual beauty such as we cannot yet imagine--but right now our life and service as Christians is characterized by the fact that we are all mottled, patchy, and, on the whole, quite ordinary.
That's the reality of our condition. But there's another side to it, too. You see, when I go birding in the fall, and I'm looking to check off whatever species I might see, and hopefully find a new one that I've never seen before, it doesn't really matter to me what they look like.
If I see a ruby-crowned kinglet (as I did last week), and looking in its drab fall plumage exactly like twenty other dull fall warblers, I still get to check it off my list. Its identity and value does not change, regardless of how pretty its feathers may look. This is the way God feels about us, even in our current state of spiritual molt. No, we're not all spiritually radiant and glorious to behold, not yet--but that doesn't matter to God. We're still his children, whether our feathers are falling out or we're blazing with spiritual beauty. God loves us, even in our patchy brokenness. And we ought to love one another in the very same way.