I was never a great fan of red.
And now my heart skips whenever I see it.
In a bowl of berries.
In a cardinal’s tuft.
In a downy drop.
In a flicker’s blaze.
In a plume of sumac.
A bleeding geranium.
A porcelain rose.
In a wing’s crescent fluffed.
Glimpses of glory.
I see it in a melting sun.
In the curtains and covering of the tabernacle.
And read of it in splattered doorposts, separated sea and thorny tears.
I taste it on the bread and feel it throb within my chest.
It’s embedded in the word “redemption.”
A sacrificial spilling for the spiritually bankrupt.
Stamped across my certificate of debt.
It is finished.
Paid in full.
By His blood.
In the red,
Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for with the Lord is unfailing love and with him is full redemption. Psalm 130:7 (NIV)