The redbud trees are in bloom on the mainland! I tell myself I can see them across the bay, though I know that’s not really possible. I want to see them, and so I imagine I can. They provide a splash of spring color that my eyes soak up, as if they were pink lemonade foam. I think, as I look at the sky, the ocean, and the sand, of the gift of colors. Perhaps those who minister in the church often wear black with touches of white because it’s thought bright colors interfere with our ability to focus; they distract us with their splashes of frivolous color. But for me, the gift of colors is crucial. Colors remind me that our God is a God of beauty who wants us to see and appreciate the world He’s given us. Colors are a remnant of Eden, a world made perfect and wholly good. I thank you, God, for colors and for the delight they bring into our everyday lives. Amen.