The Light (Part 2)

by Jason Stenhouse

Color is strange. Some thoughts about the colors black and white.

I usually think of things that are black as being evil or dark, while things that are white I consider being good or holy/clean. The color black is caused by objects absorbing all the light that is shining on them, while white objects are reflecting all of the light. The black objects don't give anything back, they just keep sucking; kind of like a black hole. The white objects give everything back, all of the light that is shining on them.

I think that's kind of neat. I also think that it is neat that God calls Himself light. Maybe these two colors with light could be a metaphor for how we are to be, as bearers of God's image. Jesus, as well as the saints in Revelation, are wrapped completely in white clothing. Possibly because they are perfectly reflecting all that God is. Reflecting His character and love: the very light that is shining on them.

I feel like God is calling us all to be wrapped in whiteness as well, reflecting all of who God is back out for others to see. The problem is that I all too often feel like a dense, black hole taking everything given to me but never giving anything back.

I don't think that I am completely black any longer, but I don't feel like I'm completely white either. Maybe I'm a shade of grey; reflecting bits and pieces of God's love and character outwards. I don't know.