Life in Words and Color

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If we are taught and we learn different languages to communicate with each other, why can’t “color” be taught and learned in order to respect each other?

LIFE IN WORDS AND COLOR

By Al Garcia

If we are taught and we learn different languages to communicate with each other, why can’t “color” be taught and learned in order to respect each other?

For generations we watched and loved major stars in motions pictures on giant screens – all in shades of black and white.  And we loved them as we saw them for what they did and said.  We carried “black and white” photos in our wallets and in our purses of our loved ones and of ourselves.

For centuries explorers, voyagers and sightseers have traversed across the globe seeking to connect and befriend those of different nationalities, cultures and even civilizations, with the spirit of enlightenment and illumination into the world we live in.

Science has evolved to the point of connecting each of us to one another.  Yet there still exists in some the notion that the color of our skin corrupts our heart and soul.  Even brilliant military scholars have been heard to say that yellow-skinned people don’t feel the sorrow of death like “white” Americans do.  Most recently we have had a head of state profess that brown-skinned people are all murders, rapists, drug dealers, and carriers of infectious diseases. 

Yet, as we have learned through centuries of living and crying and dying, the color of our skin does not immune us from feeling the depths of sorrow or the heights of joy.  Our skin color does not immune us from the hurtful or offensive portrayal by those with simple minds and empty hearts.  Tears, sadness, sorrow, pain and grief are color blind.  They touch the heart and soul of man alike – regardless of the exterior shell that covers each of us.

I cannot begin to comprehend how all confess belief in God, and yet some do not accept God’s plan or accept his image in a different shade. 

Life in words and color is what makes our world unique.  The sky enthralls and captivates us with the beauty of a rainbow, its colors mesmerizing us with hope.  And yet we walk among a rainbow made of mortal souls -- touching, connecting, mixing, blending, and still some refuse to see the beauty of the human rainbow that we are.

What would happen if we returned to the age of only shades of “black and white”?  Would harmony abound or would there still be those that would complain that there was color missing from their lives and from the beauty of the majesty of life as designed and perceived by God?


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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