photo by Livia Meneghin

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Snow White

Snow White

The following two pictures are both of my backyard. One was taken in Fall; the other in Winter. 

The colors of Fall, particularly the crimson and scarlet of Japanese Maple leaves, are the highlight of the season for me. I'm captivated by how bold and bright they are.

But, there's something to be said about a white canvas. 

When I first took the photo on the left, it was my favorite picture. It received many "likes" and comments on Facebook. But seeing it beside the picture I took two days ago makes it seem different. Chaotic. Loud.

I was thinking about the purity of snow, of the color white, when I was walking to work on Friday morning. How God has promised to take our sins that are stained red and wash them white as snow.

"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." Isaiah 1:18

It's like those trees--though the leaves are beautiful to look at, we forget that inside they are dead. Life is held in the barren branches, and when the world is covered in white, we get a sense of its promise. Perhaps the joy that comes the morning after snowfall is actually a sense of hope. 

That was my first thought.

The second was of the color white.

I remember the first time I learned about frequencies and wavelengths of color. It was mind blowing to realize that black is the absence of light; it simply absorbs every frequency. Blue things are blue because they absorb every frequency except blue. White, on the other hand, reflects every frequency of light.

Things that are white reflect all light.

Yesterday a friend and I went to get raspberry hot chocolate. The snow had been coming down heavily since 11 a.m., and it was snowing when we arrived. And still snowing when we left.

The sun had already set when we stepped outside, and we walked home in the closing darkness. But, as my friend pointed out, "Evenings like this don't seem as dark. When there's snow on the ground, the world seems brighter."

May we, too, be cleansed white as snow, and illuminate the darkness by reflecting light.

To Be Found

To Be Found

Indulgences

Indulgences