I keep company with Jesus in the colors.
How often have I looked for Him only in the palette of lofty places — the stained-glass, the ironed cloth on the altar, the vestments and banners saturated with color. Oh, He is there. I’ve kept company with Him in the steepled places where He radiates His God-colors in high-gloss finishes of a sanctuary.
But I also find Him brightening up the monochromatic of my everyday.
Every. Single. Day.
My Technicolor Jesus keeps step with me over soapy sink, fluffed white with bubbles. Cleanse me, Lord. Make me white as snow.
I keep company with my Technicolor Jesus in the backyard terrace, overgrown with umber and blonde wisps of weeds. We’re all dying, Lord. Prune me for eternal seasons in yet-unseen hues.
I find Him in blue-inked prayers lining journal pages,
in highlighted-green Bible passages,
in the crimson of Jesus’ own words in The Word.
In our family, we keep company with Jesus by responding to Him in the margins of our Bibles. We call our Bibles “holy messes,” for they are marked, underlined, dog-eared and yellow smiley-faced. Lord, I’m a mess, too. Let me find holiness in You, Colorful You.
Lydia zips open the purple cover of her own Bible, and finds herself in the words, right there with the Lydia who sells purple cloth in Acts 16. Lord, let me find myself there, too — so thrilled in the discovery that I can’t even keep my lines straight.
You’re here to be light, bringing
out the God–colors in the world.
— From Matthew 5 (The Message)
This is our Technicolor Jesus, with whom we keep step and company.
He infuses this ordinary mama-life with color, when I set myself to laughter on Fisher Price-decorated carpet; when I wake breathless to slate-gray haze burned off by blazing sun.
We keep company with him when colorless Joy-Tears run rivulets down our dirty farm faces — for the harvest has finally begun.
He is making Technicolor miracles in fields of wind-whipped grain; in bright-red wagons brimming with harvest promise; in a red-bundled, beaming father who comes to help with the harvest. (Thank you, Dad!)
Here Jesus is: full of color.
We keep company with Him when we notice the Extraordinary in our ordinary.
We keep company with God, when we remember His faithfulness. “The harvest will come at the proper time,” He told us, and we underlined the Bible promise in green. Today, we look through a window — with a bold-lettered reminder to PRAY — and we see golden fields being sheared, six rows at a time.
We keep company with Jesus when we keep company with His sons and daughters — who are our children, our neighbors, our husbands.
Is that a smile I see on my favorite farmer, silhouetted as he turns a lumbering combine west for another pass? Is that him thanking God as he drives into watercolor blue and orange sky?
Once upon a time, my God seemed gray and two-dimensional. But that was before I saw Him in my ordinary, everyday life — turning humdrum into God-colored, polychrome multi-dimensional masterpieces.
I keep company with God, when I see what He’s painted in this God Gallery:
a portrait of a God who is big enough to paint the sky,
and personal enough to make life-art that fits in a palm.
Our soybeans are creamy pearls. And He — our Christ with whom we keep company — rings us with silvery love. The silver ring on my finger reads, in Hebrew: Trust in the Lord.
We do, Lord. We trust in You …
Every Wednesday, I explore spiritual practices wth Ann Voskamp. This week, I join her community of pilgrims in pondering how we “keep company with Jesus.”
Might you consider joining us over there at Ann’s?