Color

I often think about color. While we categorize our experience of color using words like, orange, blue, red, aqua-marine, our actual experience is actually beyond vocabulary. What is blue? The blue of the sky is so different from the blue of the sea that I wouldn't even call it the same color. Same with the red of a rose, of blood, of wine, of a fire engine. How many greens are in a field of grass? How many yellows in a ray of light?

And what blows my mind is that the world didn't have to exist with so much color. People who are color-blind get around just fine. They drive to work. They get married and have children. Many color-blind people don't even know they are color-blind. The fact that most people can see things in color leads me to believe in a God who creates both as an architect, an engineer, but also as a painter, a genius whose canvas is pure matter.

And then the wonderment of what heaven might be like sets in. What if our lives are color-blinded, grace-blinded, love-blinded, Christ-blinded, and while we get around pretty well in this life, the life to come will be blindingly brilliant and we will wonder how we were ever satisfied with anything less. Is it possible that just like the color-blind man who does not know what he is missing, we too lack even a frame of reference to understand what we are missing.

Open your eyes as wide as you can.