A Black and White World
by SusanRed, fleece gloves. Stylishly perfect for keeping my hands warm, except that they weren’t doing such a hot job on a snowy winter’s day in Yosemite National Park. After playing outdoor tourists one post-Christmas afternoon, my family and I piled into my dad’s sizeable Buick, and I tossed my gloves on the dash — the better to heat my icy digits in front of the air vent.
We drove through a tunnel on our way out of the park, chatting and laughing about the day’s joy. I happened to glance at my gloves and discovered that they had changed color. No longer red, they were now completely black. The sodium vapor lighting had dampened the color from my matching scarf and red-trimmed coat as well.
There was nothing I could do to make those gloves red again. Looking at them more closely did not bring back the color, nor did turning them inside out or shaking them. Color was restored only when we exited the tunnel into full-spectrum sunshine. Beautiful color flooded our car the instant we emerged from the strange yellow lighting.
What’s amazing to me is that none of us noticed the moment that color left our world. We had switched to a black-and-white existence, and we didn’t even recognize it. It took a herald, me, to call attention to that fact. Once it was pointed out, all of the passengers immediately endorsed the truth of my claim.
John, another herald, wasn’t so lucky. His head was chopped off for pointing out the changes that a different kind of light, Jesus, would make in the world:
The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all men might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. (John 1:5-13)
Let the light shine on.
January 10th, 2009 at 7:46 am
Dear Susan,
I appreciated your article about a light that can change our perspective. Sometimes a foreign light changes things so much that we don’t see the real thing that’s right in front of us.
One phenomenon in the San Joaquin Valley where we live is that we are quite near the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but we rarely see them in all their beauty. One such occasion we were able to glimpse these beautiful snowcapped mountains for just a short while before the clouds and haze moved in to cover them up again. Faith came to mind when looking at the pictures later because these mountains are always there, even when we can’t see them. I was reminded that God is always here with us even when we can’t see Him. He never leaves us nor forsakes us.
Mom (Pat Bennett)
January 13th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Your post reminds me of your previous post:
http://www.pacc.org/blog/2008/01/05/living-in-color/
Your mom’s comment reminds me of your previous post:
http://www.pacc.org/blog/2008/01/17/a-view-of-the-mountain/
May Jesus’ light make such a difference in our lives!