“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.” (James 1:2–3, ESV)
Soulful blues color the canvas with the sadness of circumstances swirling toward sorrow. The haze of purple highlights the confusion of shattered dreams. The red unveils the wounded heart. The ashen shadows blend into midnight’s sable, telling the tale of darkness shrouding the soul. Each color paints the portrait of pain’s plentiful hues. The sweep of the colors across the canvas of my life reveals the touch and tone of various trials.
But there is joy in the colors on the palate of pain. God is making a masterpiece, painting even with troubling tempera. The picture of my life is incomplete without the shadowed hues of aching anguish. Every dark color of trouble bleeds into the vibrant colors of God’s grace, mixed perfectly by the sure and tender hand of the Artisan. God unveils the sublime design of victorious triumph.
The blues of sorrow, the scarlet of suffering, and the black shroud of death give way to the bursting brilliance of hope’s fulfillment in Easter’s sunrise and death’s defeat.
Therefore, like Jesus, I am resolved to celebrate the colors.