It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”[a] When he had said this, he breathed his last. Luke 23:44-46
A rainbow appeared late afternoon, faint and then it burst bright and strong, lasting for several minutes. It had been raining earlier that day as it had been raining for several days. Black clouds seemed to follow us around for weeks now, like eeyore with the raincloud over his head. It is the worst of times—we succumbed to darkness—our very being threatened. And now a rainbow! What joy!
The clouds break on this Good Friday. Our family and friends shared their visions of the rainbow from many viewpoints—imbedded in the ether of the internet.
Inca mythology considered a rainbow to be Amaru, a serpent living underground yet providing a link between the underworld, our world and the upper world. The little people see it pointing to a pot of gold.
For us, rainbows speak directly to our hearts and souls, filling us with awe and energies of love around us. Rainbows share the promise that the troubles of today will pass and bring new beginnings, to hold on to hope, that blessings open up to us and guide us to let the spirit in.
Yesterday that rainbow appeared, bidding the promise to come—the Resurection and Salvation. The Holy Spirit appears in a hue of color not unlike the tongues of fire described by Luke. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them. Acts 2:3-4 NIV
It is the best of times—Promise, hope, faith: Easter Sunday will bring us to Him and to praise Him. Tomorrow will be a burst of bright light, strong and lasting.