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I’ve been told that sunsets are beautiful to watch. That moment where you can imagine The Trinity participating in a symphony of paint splashes. Each stroke purposefully saturated with pigments beyond linguistic explanation. Dancing together in the joy of their accomplishments for the day and the assignments of the next. They know many people are suffering in the close of the current chronological cycle, but they facilitate a guarantee of faith in the future that the human mind is too limited to fathom.
As I sit here, I am grateful that the darkness of pain and suffering hasn’t stolen my imagination. For it is the place where The Trinity hands me a brush and lets me add a color or two to their endless tapestry, we call the sky. Even in my imagination, I am frustrated by the reality that the time of its display is limited as night falls, but they seem excited about the opportunity to do it all over again the next day.
I suppose that’s the gift of imagination. The opportunity to enter into a perspective of divinity that just doesn’t make sense to the reality we live. I find it’s the only way to understand a god that will forgive me over and over and over again for the things that I have done so terribly wrong. I imagine myself like the tapestry of the sky where The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit work in collaboration to paint over the greatest and ugliest of my days to start fresh each morning. I think to myself: What if they don’t get tired like I do of starting fresh every single day? What if they are actually excited about the chance of tomorrow to embrace the new pearly white canvas lacking all color pallets of yesterday?
Maybe the true mistake is our weariness with ourselves. Maybe what God is really heartbroken about is that we won’t let go of yesterday’s colors so that He can begin to paint again. I sit here on the bleachers of an empty football field waiting for the sunset. I am eager to see what The Trinity paints tonight. I am also grateful that the darkness of night will reset my canvas and the glimmers of light assure me that God will paint again.
I will not disclaimer this post. I invite you to imagine with me. You may need to pause your religious predilections and read the post again. I know I did, and I wrote it!
Your new mercies are forming as The Trinity saturates your day with wonder. Whether you are watching in anticipation or consumed with the frustrating events of these times; remember that God’s mercy is available to you and His grace is sufficient.
Embrace it.
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