By Bindu Adai Mathew
If love were a color, what color would it be?
Is it white and pure, like freshly fallen snow?
Or is it ocean blue with waters that run deep and wide?
Or is it the color of the midnight sky that knows no end?
Or is love yellow, bright like the sun, piercing the darkness with its radiance?
Or is it petal pink, soft, delicate, like a baby’s whisper?
Or is love like a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of all color?
Or perhaps love is neither.
Perhaps true love is truly just color-blind…
No, my friends. Love is Red. Crimson.
Love dripped from a pure white soul, down a grey rugged cross, and covered the brown, earthy ground.
Love illuminated through the darkness and clothed us with forgiveness.
Love endured all and forgave all.
Love is the color of the blood that was sacrificed so that we could truly live. The life-blood that beats within our hearts, flows within our veins, and rebirths our soul.
The color of Love, my friends, is Red.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son. That whosoever should believe in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16