Sipping a cup of coffee, I glanced out my window and noticed a blue jay on my deck rail. I am not particularly fond of blue jays. They do not exhibit the best of attributes when around birds of other feathers. But, I was struck with how colorful he was against the backdrop of a monochromatic January morning. He was striking. All of that blue against all of that brown.
Imagine what it was (or is) to live in a culture where there are no unnatural colors: television and theatre images, artwork, polished stones, or refined precious metals. Without these things, there has to be a greater appreciation for sunsets and sunrises, flowers, beautiful birds and other colorful creatures. Man craves color because it is beautiful, and sometimes scarce. He is drawn to it. Left to his own devices he sometimes worships it, or kills for it.
When man is in harmony with his Triune Creator he can come to appreciate color for what it is: a gift to remind him of from Whom he has come, a gift to remind him of what is to come.
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