Sunday, August 15, 2010

Dearest God,

The colors of faith are many. At the last minute a local church was left without a preacher and I was asked to cover. As I drove into the gravel driveway of the little white clapboard church, a smile emerged from the bottom of my feet.

Jack was the first color to greet me with sparkling eyes and a wide smile. Beverly called from the side door with the same spirit adding color to my morning. In the kitchen Pat and Barbara colored the hands of Jesus as they made coffee and cut fruit for the fellowship hour. As we talked I saw the color of music wafting from the small wooden sanctuary just around the corner. I hummed the familiar tune rounding out the color already begun in my soul. That's when Ann introduced me to Megan, her blue-eyed, dark brown hair granddaughter whose sweetness added the color of sunshine.

After setting down my purse in the closet-sized pastor's study, I donned my white robe and stole and then with a partially colored canvas, I stepped inside the sanctuary where young boys Morgan, Miles, Bronson and Matthew added the colors of the rainbow. Within minutes every person in the congregation had applied color to the wondrous design.

As we sang together and I prayed, read the scripture and preached, I watched with amazement as the finishing touches were made. After greeting people following the service and making my way to my car to get to church to sing in the choir, I looked at the handiwork of faith, a magnificent tapestry of color, song, love, and joy.

O, Master Creator,
whose beautiful hands
create the color
of faith,
I marvel
with great delight
in your
exquisite design.

Love, Andrea