A 1 minute pause in our day to stare out the french doors at this beautiful marvel of nature. Grubby hands and snotty noses marked the glass as we watched through the falling rain, the arc of promise brighten up the grey sky. It got an ‘oo’ and an ‘arr’ from us all.
Rainbows are there but not there. You can’t touch them, they have not beginning or end.The colours fade seamlessly from one to another and their light brightens up the sky. They summon a wonder in us all. Everyone loves a rainbow.
I love reading in the bible that the radiance of God is described like a rainbow. Radiance and glory are such hard things to describe, I certainly would struggle to define them in real, non-christian-jargon language. But a rainbow is simple, and beautiful. I can imagine it. I can understand its effect on my spirit. I can experience the wonder I feel when I spot one appearing through the rain. I can appreciate its fragility yet strength to transform the mood of the sky. I can see its colours, its brightness, its ability to cause heads to turn and hearts to move. It goes a little way, using what limited words we have, to create a picture that is powerful and beautiful, bringing transformation and light. It’s a start anyway!
Ezekiel 1 :28 ” …Like the appearance of a rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day, so was the radiance around him… This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the Lord. When I saw it, I fell facedown, and I heard the voice of one speaking.”