Shades of blue.

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The 9/11 Museum in New York City commissioned a work of art for visitors. It stands out among the charred remains of fire trucks, stairs, and steel beams. The artist asked survivors who where in the city that morning to share the color they remembered of the sky that morning. The artist then put all of those colors together in this piece of art meant to help us to remember the moment and the people we lost.

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Memories are powerful. Our senses are triggers to memories of events and people. Every time I smell Palmolive dish soap I remember my grandmother. When I see someone in painters clothes, I remember my friend Allen. When I eat country fried steak with gravy, I remember my birthday dinners from my childhood.

Our senses can trigger memories. I was reminded recently of the believers walking with Jesus on the road to Emmaus. They recognized Jesus when he broke bread. Not surprising. Before he left he told his disciples, "Do this in remembrance of me." There are signs of Jesus everywhere. Signs of resurrection. Signs of hope. Signs of reconciliation. And signs of life.

Sometimes in order to see them, we only need to look up.

Dr. K

P.S. - Psalm 19:1 (NIV)

The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

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