Once upon a time, there was a land filled with people.  The people were all different colors. Each color had their own customs…their own lifestyles. Some of the colors blended ….some stubbornly did not.  Sometimes, through the years, the colors fought. Some colors died…leaving the other colors to try to rebuild. The colors were resilient though and soon technology began to take over in this land.

The colors soon began to distance themselves from each other.  Oh, they may have been still in the same room, at the same table or even the same bed, but because of the technology, there was the creation of distance.

It started with the radio.  The colors created music which transported minds and eased emotions.  Sometimes the music even made you move and the colors became abstract paintings that made little sense…at least to the older colors.

Then came television and movies.  The colors began to distance themselves every evening and weekend.  They sat in front of this box filled with vibrant, exciting colors that lived unbelievably amazing lives.  Drama, suspense and comedy became the new norm.  Unattainable, unreal normalcy.

But soon, the color filled box couldn’t compare to the telephone.  Oh, it started innocently enough.  It was a way for the colors to get messages out.  To inform neighboring  colors, to connect long distance colors. But this land of colors wasn’t finished yet. They went on to create smaller and smaller phones until all these connections fit conveniently into their pockets.  Then, the colors even managed to take the radio, the t.v. and the phone and smash it all together like a Child’s finger-painting and they called it the computer. These processors of information soon took over the colorful land. Words like internet, pixels and gigabytes became more common than library, playground, and family room.  Words like Facebook, Video chats and Tik Tok replaced words like road trips, vacations and sleepovers.

The colors had created a world that was called “social” but had actually become the most dis-associated land ever.

Messages were typed and sent with fonts and no emotion.  Words like love and hate were tossed around frivolously because you never had to look anyone in the eye and feel your cheeks flush.  Meetings were held where decisions were made and the the vibe in the room couldn’t be felt hundreds of miles away.  Little colors kissed cold screens instead of warm, wrinkled faces and watched other colors play for hours while sitting on their comfortable, safe couch.

But one day… in this land of colors, there came a plague.  Then a law.  This plague made the colors sick so the new law made the colors distance themselves from each other.  At first the colors laughed and joked.  “Ha!” they scoffed ” we’ve been working on this for years. this is great!!”

“Vacay!!!”

“This isn’t so bad”, “I can catch up on my Netflix”, “Call of Duty tours!!!”, “Deleting all my junk emails!!!” “Scrolling, scrolling scrolling!!!”

But soon these flippant comments turned to:

“I’m not sick, I need to go back to work” “When will this end?”

“I actually miss my coworkers…my friends.”, “I want to smell my new grand baby”, “I can’t wait to feel the excitement of the home team advantage.” ” I want to feel the heat of the lights onstage”

The colors became sad, This paint by numbers world they had created for themselves was not what they wanted.  But it was too late…they had all become numbers,

Red-1

yellow-2

Pink-3

White-4

Black-5

Hope was gone…………

or was it?

” We are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus, to do good works” Ephesians 2:10

“therefore if anyone is in Christ , the new creation has come, the old has gone, the new is here!” 2nd Corinthians 5:17

Finally the colors began looking to the Artist for guidance.  He was in control the whole time.  He knew that the greatest masterpiece would happen when the colors reflected His brushstrokes alone and a beautiful painting called life would emerge.

The colors turned off the t.v.,  put down their phones.

They started reconnecting again in their homes.

Sitting down to dinner, became a treat,

where they talked about the things they liked to eat.

They learned about each other’s hopes and dreams

And things they were scared of and other silly things.

Hope was renewed in this colorful land

And only because of the mighty Potters Hand.

” Yet you Lord, are our Father, we are the clay, you are the potter, we are the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8