I Like Colors!

I Like Colors!
Grey Sun (Photo by Tim Graves)
Grey Sun. Photo by Tim Graves

There’s a way in which my adult son Isaac and I are different. I tend to err on the side of more color in my attire. He tends to err on a more subdued color scheme. We recently had a Facebook discussion in which we discussed our very different perspective on the appropriate color of his childhood home. He told me that he was embarrassed by the bright, warm yellow (with green trim) that we painted our 1850s historic home we owned in upstate New York.

Yes, I like color! I’m wearing a lavender shirt as I write this post. I have a bright yellow sweater. I wear bold stripes especially in the winter months. My ties have been known to be dramatic. For me, having a yellow house was inspired by a 1970s Barbara Streisand song, Everything. In the song she lists things she’d like to do; my favorite is, “Move into the White House, paint it yellow.”

For me, color reflects the magnificence of the season of new creation: spring. The flowers are dressed in a vibrant spectrum of colors. It’s as if they are giggling and laughing at winter and its endless greys. That is why I am particularly fond of the Grey & Sun Wind and Solar building in the small town in which I live. I can see it from my office window. Even on the dreariest of days it shines bright. It giggles and laughs at winter reminding me that to everything there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3). Spring always returns.

Circle of Resurrections

Circle of Resurrections

In the hot July sun, I discovered a little shade beside a dribble of a waterfall. Sitting sipping from my water bottle, I discovered new life beside the holy rocks. Beneath the stagnant pool was full of polliwogs darting with youthful exuberance.

The hot July creek doesn't so much flow as it drips. Photo by Tim Graves
The hot July creek doesn’t so much flow as it drips. Photo by Tim Graves
At the base of the summer falls, new life danced beneath the surface. Photo by Tim Graves

At the base of the summer falls, new life danced beneath the surface. Photo by Tim Graves

Journeying the same path today I paused again for a sip from my water bottle. Sitting on the hard rock, I closed my eyes to listen to the powerful tumble of the spring waters. Rising above the sound of the cascading waters, the ribbits of frogs confirmed that this was the same holy ground upon which I sat last July. Nature with its endless cycle of death & new life tells us about the nature of the Creator.

The dribbling waters of July give way to powerful baptismal falls. Photo by Tim Graves
The dribbling waters of July give way to powerful baptismal falls. Photo by Tim Graves
The pool beneath the falls await the time when it will once again teem with exuberant youth. Photo by Tim Graves
The pool beneath the falls await the time when it will once again teem with exuberant youth. Photo by Tim Graves

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 NRSV (Read in context.)