"I'll follow you
When the stars go blue."
(Ryan Adams)
"They put a purple robe on Him." (Mark 15:17)
I know nobody knows the hour or day of His return. And this theory doesn't hold entirely, but if I were picking my Second Coming Lotto Numbers, I'd guess He'll arrive in those minutes where the world is purple. A time of day Pixar, and recently "La La Land" (here and here) seems to capture especially well.
Most know about Golden Hour but Lavender-Magenta-Plum Six Minutes is almost more enchanting. I was answering a few emails while the kids played at my feet a some nights ago. I turned around to check on my two and... it was purple. For the most catching half of a second I wondered, felt like, "Maybe He's here...?"
Allowing my mind to wander, I can envision the colored places twisting and coming to life. Like the Fairy Godmother Pumpkin Scene in Cinderella. All of a sudden the light on the wall and the rumpled blankets and the clouds and the rim on the tips of noses and the little squash in the corner unravel to become a royal robe. It flaps across the sky, making the sounds of a large kite catching wind or a crisp, heavy sheet being snapped across a bed being made by two. The remnants of gold sparkle up together and sit up on His head; the redeemed crown of thorns, made only of light. The whiteness where the sun blinds morphs into and then gallops in as His noble horse. He will ride across the sky, eventually touching the ground He's visited before. The dark shadows will slip away like balsamic vinegar spilled off a granite counter. Eventually wiped away in full.
The mountains will finally shout their song, as they seem to be longing to do even today, and the water will applaud, and the stars, exploding like fireworks will zoom-hiss-BANG. As the trees begin to bend their knee, and lower into a bow; as that pesky, holy curtain rips open and we see what's been around us all the time... as we see Him and Heaven and angels and beyond; as rainbows stream down from the sky like ribbons celebrating "He promised!" there will be terror and relief and awe.
"I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. His eyes are like blazing fire. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood. On His robe and on His thigh He has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS." (Revelation 19)
"You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.
Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Yes, Virginia! In all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. Thank God! He lives, and He lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, He will continue to make glad the heart of [His] child." (Francis Pharcellus Church)
It's all so near. Evil is close, but He is closer. Our King in Purple.
"When the thunder strikes and the rain pours down,
I think of you in the purple gown."
(Manu Bansal)