A couple weeks ago, I wrote the post, "what if the grass was pink?" and thought it made all sorts of sense (of course, all my ideas do... in my head). Judging from my sister's blank stare and a stranger's lengthy comments about how I wanted to dismantle the entire psychiatric system (among other things), I decided I had maybe missed my mark. This is my attempt to give an illustration that will hopefully make it more understandable and less like I want someone on acid to take over the world. This is an exercise in imagination, so put on your best thinking hat. Ready?
Imagine a palette of paints with every color possible (I know, it's a pretty big paint palette). Now, imagine your world in monochrome. Imagine everything you see and touch today as some shade of black/white/gray. Imagine the computer screen and your clothes and your make up and the flowers on the table and the sun outside... imagine everything you see is like the world of "I Love Lucy."
Things are pretty dull in the colorless world, yes?
Okay. Now go back to that palette of paints with every possible color (even colors we can't think up). Imagine someone choosing, color by color, how to bring your world to life. With an infinite palette of options, the possibilities are endless.
Roses could be... turquoise. Tree trunks might be... sapphire. Sunlight will be... purple.
It's not hard to imagine ourselves as artists painting a canvas where up is down and the sunshine glows blue. I suppose today they call it abstract.
So, why is it so hard to imagine the infinite number of options God had when He created everything in the beginning? We've since found thousands of reasons to explain WHY the sun shines golden and the grass grows green, but couldn't it have turned out differently?
God could have chosen any color to paint the sky. He chose blue. Now there is a whole new beauty wrapped up in the mystery of a blue sky. God could have chosen any of an infinite amount of colors. He chose blue.
Yes, we can explain why it is blue scientifically, but it didn't have to be blue. God didn't consult science textbooks as he spoke things into existence, to see whether certain color combinations were possible or if the law of gravity would really be universal.
Science just attempts to explain how God ordered everything by divine choice.
If the sky was green we would find scientific support that would lead us to believe it couldn't be any other way.
And that is how we cheat ourselves out of the magic of Creation. I mean magic in a good and not creepy sense. I mean... the look you got in your eyes when you first saw fireworks because you didn't think such beautiful explosions possible. I mean... the building emotion you feel when you watch a stunning sunset or witness a double rainbow or wake up to see mysterious fog lifting from a lake.
There is a healthy sense of awe I hope I always feel when I stop to think about how (out of an infinite palette of options) God chose the luscious color green for grass. Because, you see, it could be pink.