Purple is a striking colour. It used to be costly to produce, so a sign of wealth to own and wear. We’re talking Roman times here at least.
It is not so any more, though it still holds something of that allure.
For me, growing up, it was the colour of heavy rock music, a genre which passed me by, epitomised by the talent of one Ritchie Blackmore and his fellow musicians. Music still colours our generation, and it was an issue of loyalty in them days!!
Julian, the recently installed Bishop of Blackburn, wears purple now. It is a sign of his office. He wears it well – he does not seem conscious of it, and does not draw attention to it, and it does not prevent the man emerging in conversation – or at least that is my firm first impression.
This is the strange thing, though. We are forgiven through encounter with Jesus. One way that is pictured is that we are covered over with a robe of righteousness. In other words, God himself dresses us as innocent, belonging to him, members of a royal priesthood, with all the attributes and responsibilities. This cloak is there to be seen.
How do you cope with wearing it?
Micah 6:8 is excellent advice.