Awash in White

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Ever stop by one of those sunglass places and try on different colored lenses? Those silver-grey tinted ones sort make everything look overcast. Some yellow lenses seem to liven, sharpen the scenery. Red-tinted lenses make everything look red, and blue-colored lenses make everything look cartoon-ish (to me, at least).

"South Pacific" is considered to be one of the greatest musicals of all time; but, the 1958 film is the version everyone loves to hate. The musical sequences of the film already help lift the story out of the harsh realities of WWII, but the director thought he would assist the fantasy by filming the musical sequences through filtered lenses. When the studio got the film, they sharpened the lens colors so the entire musical sequences are presented in nearly other-worldly colors: brilliant yellows, soft oranges, deep blues, tense greens, etc.





Yes, when you look through a colored glass, everything is awash in that color.

When we stand before God, having broken His moral laws, no measure of good can color the wickedness we have done against Him. He cannot simply say we are clear and let us go.

When we repent of our sin and "put on" the Lord Jesus Christ, who died on the cross to pay the penalty for our sin and rose again, God looks at us through Christ our Savior. Instead of the seeing the darkness of our sin, God sees the white holiness of His Son through His shed blood.

"'Come now, and let us reason together,' says the LORD, 'Though your sins are as scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they will be like wool.'" (Isaiah 1:18)

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