Red Isn’t Always the Red I See

It is not that I am colorblind; I just am color indifferent. Red and blue and yellow are all the same to me. This, on many occasions, has challenged the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, who is very meticulous when it comes to describing anything or anyone. In remodeling my office at the parsonage my […]

Red Isn’t Always the Red I See

It is not that I am colorblind; I just am color indifferent. Red and blue and yellow are all the same to me. This, on many occasions, has challenged the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, who is very meticulous when it comes to describing anything or anyone. In remodeling my office at the parsonage my wife asked, “What color would you like the walls to be painted?” That sounds like a good question to ask but it’s not any question to ask if you know me. “I don’t care about the color. Whatever you think is best is okay with me.” Thinking I had solved the problem, I felt at ease, but her response caused me to realize the problem had not been solved. “It’s your office,” she said, “what color would you like the walls to be painted?” With that, she looked at me with a very gregarious smile, which is infectious to me. Knowing that she wouldn’t stop until she got an answer from me I said, “Paint the walls purple.”

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