A friend of a friend is remodeling their condo. 

Four of us descended on the DIY-color coordinator last weekend. Multiple shades of blue and white had taken up residence on scrap pieces of lumber.

The wives participated in the counseling session. The husbands distanced themselves and discussed areas of expertise. Like sports and politics.

Life is full of color. Fish and trees and sky and cars. All color-labeled.

Choosing colors for homes and clothes can cause consternation. Being unchosen because of skin color -which we can’t choose – causes consternation squared.

We can’t can’t see color. Actually, if you can’t see color, you’re color-blind. You’ve a disability. Not quite able to fully enjoy all a world of color offers.

No chartreuse or forest or sea-foam greens to describe those trees. No harvest or goldenrod or flavescent golds to coat those shoes. No royal or cornflower or aqua blue for those snazzy cabinets in that new kitchen.

Color brings the world to life. Adds context and composition. Fleshes out the otherwise dull. 

Imagine a single-palette world. Imagine a single-palette humanity.

Recognizing color differs from denigrating because of color.

Seeing should result in celebrating. It should lead to thanking the Creator for variety. For expanding our definition of pretty. 

Obviously, He thinks color is amazing. Rich. Interesting. Attractive. Otherwise He wouldn’t have washed the world with it. 

Obviously, He feels the same way about colorful people. Otherwise we’d all just be the same shade of purple. Or blue. Boring and weird.

See the color in your neighbor. Celebrate the color in your neighbor. Praise God for the variety of color He gave humanity. Especially those whose skin shades is different than yours. 

It’s how God makes life beautiful. It’s how God makes life sacred.