Over the Rainbow

I was a little embarrassed last week. I was showing a cartoon version of the Pilgrim’s Progress in my home but the colour was malfunctioning, with only yellows and purples making it to the screen. The DVD player is not that old, and the television I had bought brand new only sixteen years ago, so I was a little annoyed, and not relishing the prospect of having to buy another quite so soon. Thankfully, I found a spare SCART lead in the cellar which I swapped over. Full colour was duly restored, and no further expense need be incurred. The next exciting instalment is likely to be more interesting as a result.

Colour is a wonderful gift from the Creator. He who sits on a throne bedecked by rainbows desired to share the throbbing hues and mesmerising tints of His beauty with those whom He created. Yet what a dismal, dreary existence non-believers have. They might enjoy a little yellow here or a touch of mauve there, but truly, their lives without Christ are dark and dull. They see what we do, but without the eternal vigour and magnificent splendour of Christian hope.

And He who sat there was like a jasper and a sardius stone in appearance; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald. Revelation 4:3

Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen:
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flow’rs with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine

G.W. Robinson (d 1877)

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