A very long time ago Our Celestial Artist, One who’s name is sacred and indefinable to our limitations, clothed His creation called man with a fragile yet beautifully appointed canvas. His broad, brush-strokes of flesh colored pigment hid G_d‘s capacity while His smallest brush highlighted the sparkle in man’s eyes and invitation in man’s smile. This masterpiece was intentionally delicate in the hues of free will which clung to immortality by friendship in The Painter’s ways. Inevitably, seemingly expectantly, this fragile composition dared to live in its weakness instead of the glow of immortality’s obedience.
Still… despite the heartbreak of allowing the image of True Love’s design to exist in an increasing fragile state, all was not lost. For His design was perfectly flawed and could never obtain complete independence from the very breath which gave it life. Within the tangible artistry of man remained an eternal invisible soul. The soul is our true piece of the Infinite Artist that yearns for it’s ways of profound love. Guiding the souls to awake their sleeping pilots took time confused by its darkened priorities of pride and selfishness.
Still…there was hope. Hope came on a cool, Bethlehem night when a star split the sky splashing brilliant colors on the hidden hillsides where shepherds rested with one eye opened. For its was deemed the perfect time to calm the watchful souls wrapped in selfish slumber. Hope was clothed no differently in the tangible artistry and unremarkable to another…but within this soul it bound all souls to True Love’s discerning eye for detail. As Hope’s story unfolded, it challenged all to embrace their true weakness and gratefully celebrate this flaw ironically designed to awake those sleeping in the warmth of their darkened ways. To galvanize that Hope truly walked among the sleeping, Our Benevolent Artist, framed His most indescribable masterpiece on blood-drenched wood for our future memory.
Still…many cannot see past the dark reds and horrendous tortured blues stilled in forever’s frame of human memory. Not all have awakened – and to those it’s either laughable or shameful to parade this picture around in the general public. Expressing True Love’s capacity hidden behind Calvary’s depiction has proven to be a well intentioned effort profoundly hampered at times by impatience and unforgiveness. For hidden within the snapshot dressed in bruised blues, ashen flesh tones, and blood reds, Hope lightly brushed the profound new colors of love, patience and forgiveness to the awakened hearts. These highlights of of Hope’s perseverance must be re-touched everyday for they are not self imposed or even possessed…they are a simply a daily gift.
Still…as the highlights of patience, forgiveness, and love sparkle and fade in today’s darkened hillsides; our souls still yearn for its sanctuary. Soon…very soon, the sky will split again – not to awaken, but rather to judge both the awakened and the sleeping.
Dear friends, allow your brilliant colors of patience, forgiveness, and especially love to sparkle like Christmas lights today. If you realize you may still be sleeping – seek and you’ll find that true Christianity is beyond a strong cup of coffee.
In patience, forgiveness, and love,
Colors that bleed true surely never fade,
framed within a painting hard to describe.
Beyond the pale of blood reds and bruised blues,
Mounted on wood that challenges my pride.
As if abruptly awakened from bliss,
Sheltered under covers that cannot hide,
Forgiveness grants my heart new room so that,
Unexpected humility resides.
Yearning now replaces comfortable sleep,
Prayer becomes incessant with tears I weep,
Hope fills my days with colors that now bleed True,
With sacred reds and compassionate blues.
by Chris Clody 12/15/13