A few days ago, while hanging out with our little nephew Pax, I watched him walk up to a gumball machine in fixation and start identifying different colors of candy. He has been doing this for a while now, and since I am entering fatherhood I have become sensitive to these happenings. Certainly there is greatness in watching a child learn to label colors. No greyness has been bound around the lens in which they see bright shades. Simple things illuminate to them. So in watching Pax, I was reminded how colorful life is meant to be. In all of us there are longings to live days that are vibrant, like colorful gumballs, intriguingly passing the years; and if we truly learn how, though some days will be dark dark blue, others will surely be yellow, and some gloriously green. Then when it's all over maybe our lives might illuminate in a small way to someone, like a two year old staring at gumballs...
