Yellow has never been my favorite color, but that’s changed, as Vincent Van Gogh taught me to see that yellow is the color of hope.
Vincent grew up in a strict Christian home. He studied for the ministry, but later moved away from God during a time of deep depression. Bouts with depression marked much of his life. During his depressive periods, he painted pictures like this…
Yellow stars and the sun illuminate the blues and blacks because Vincent felt that God could only be found in nature. Tragically, the church, which stands tall in the painting, which should be a place of hope, shows no trace of yellow.
Years later, Vincent returned to God, and began paining pictures like this…
The painting is bathed in brilliant yellow. The person in the painting is Lazarus, having been raised from death. The face on Lazarus is Van Gogh.
The picture tells a beautiful gospel truth that Van Gogh discovered: life with God can begin again. With God there is always the promise of a new beginning, and when we open ourselves to this God, our lives become drenched in yellow hope.
I recently moved from the grey drizzle of Seattle to the sun drenched land of Northern California. I wake up in the morning to sun streaming though windows. I am astonished by the golden hue that lights up the fields at dusk.
After we bought our home, we began paining the walls. What color did we choose? Did we choose either blue or green, two of my favorites? Nope. We chose yellow. I suppose we wanted to capture the light. Now we have three different shades of yellow in three different rooms. I walk from room to room and can’t escape yellow, which seems right.
The seasons of our life reflect many colors. Sometimes life is blue for sadness. Sometime red for anger. Yellow–the third primary color–is the color for hope. With God you can’t escape it any more than you can escape the yellow sun, unless you live in Seattle.
May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you. Psalm 33:22