David’s colour was purple. That’s what everyone wore at his funeral this morning.
(Well, the nearest I had was lilac, so I suppose not everyone wore purple. You are a demanding audience!)
David is the 17 year old who tragically died at sea off Gynn Square a couple of weeks ago.
Colour is one of these threads that runs through our lives, like punctuation, which you are usually indirectly aware of. Subliminal. Though there are folk who are far more sensitive to colour than others. Than me.
I once put a red cover over the communion bread and wine, but the table had green, because it was the ‘ordinary’ church season. It wasn’t deliberate – the matching green embroidered cover was out on loan at the local secondary. My colleague Gary was assaulted, both by the clash of colours, and also by the liturgical crime! I tried to enable him to see that the combination of red and green were able to bring in the red and green features in the stained glass windows, but he wasn’t convinced. However, if you stood in the aisle, I was right!
Purple was right this morning, bringing together and uniting a group of people both in grief, confusion, loss, but also appreciation of a life shared with them.
Jesus’ colour is white. White contains all the colours blended. Funny how, because of his willingness to become all the colours we threw at him, he is able to bring harmony to whatever state we are in.
Don’t under-estimate the cost of that sacrifice – and don’t believe the lie that it wasn’t for you. It is. Freely given. Freely receive.