Do you sometimes attach a particular color to a thing, an idea or event? I do. I’ve been doing it ever since I can remember. Unconsciously, I might say. When you think of the number 8, what color is it in your mind? For me, it’s always been red. Eight is red, 4 is dark blue, 5 is green, and so forth. Always. In my mind, they never change in color. What about words? When I think of the word sin, it’s always black; love is red; hate is light blue; and Jesus? It’s bright red – scarlet. In my mind, the name of my Savior – JESUS – is always scarlet. I know that will never change.
If I would color pleasures in the world with bright colors – like gold for a European vacation, red for a US tour, green for trips in Asia, yellow for every shopping expedition, blue for days at the beach, pink for concerts, lavender for a weekend spa, orange for the farmer’s market – then my world would be colored with hues of an unbleached sheep’s wool, a pure cotton boll, or the transparent whiteness of my bedroom’s granite floor, or the comforting grey wall of my bathroom, the shiny white porcelain of my lavatory. Or maybe the matte white frames of the French doors, the smooth and supple fair face of my soon-to-be-7-year-old son, or the dust that had gathered on the frames on the wall. You know the color of dust, don’t you? It’s the thing that adhered onto the Lord’s sandals and feet as He walked the dusty streets of Jerusalem and the limestone grounds of the Mount of Olives.
Those are the colors of my small, often silent world.
If we would color every heart and soul that —
has luxuriated in a grand vacation
is filled to the full reuniting and celebrating with friends
has squealed in pleasure
has conversed with a BFF until the wee hours
has enjoyed a cup of mocha latte in Starbucks
has breathed in the mountain breeze during a hike
has almost touched the clouds on the mountain peak
has sung like there’s no tomorrow sending the neighbor’s dogs in frenzy
has walked barefoot on the sand, hands intertwined with the love of one’s life
has dined out with fragrant candles on the table, maybe a red rose, and piano music in the background
— with vibrant colors like that of the Fall foliage in all its flaming splendor, then my heart and soul would be colored like the clouds above, slowly passing, rarely noticed, or the rain in late summer. Can you put color to the rain? For me, it’s always colorless, transparent, but it’s there nonetheless.
I’m thankful that, when I think if there’s someone in the whole face of the planet who can truly empathize with me in my monochromatic life of illness and suffering – there is indeed one. He is the King of kings, yet, never lived kingly when He walked on earth.
When sorrow captures my soul, I find immense comfort in thinking that I share a monochromatic life with the Messiah. When do we ever grasp what the Lord Jesus Christ has been driving home from the moment He came to live with us?
He was born in a manger in a stinky barn with itchy hay for mattress.
He didn’t have a pillow on which to lay His head.
He only had a pair of dusty, shabby sandals.
His robe was not of bright purple but homespun using fabric in earth tones.
HE DIDN’T LIVE A POSH, LUXURIOUS LIFE.
So, yes, I have Someone in this whole wide world who can relate with me. And He’s the King of kings and Lord of lords, the Creator of the Universe. Whenever sorrow comes to visit my monochromatic world, I think of the King who walked the dusty and narrow streets of Jerusalem in His worn sandals and homespun tunic.
“And whoever desires to be first among you, let him be your slave— just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” (Mat. 20:27-28)
And yes, I love Him so.
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