A Green Soda Can

   This morning I was looking back at some of my pictures, ones that I took on last Sunday at the pier in the early morning. It was easy to relive that scene all over again with the various people that came out to see the sunrise. It was indeed a vibrant beginning to that day.

   Remembering the sunlight on the pier, almost deserted in that time, but alive in that early color scheme that a sunrise paints on everything it touches.

   Then I see another picture, and I think about the difference in what I saw there:

   A splash of color in a gray landscape. A hint of brightness in a sea of ordinary.

   I thought of how I had noticed it, sitting alone on the table where men had cut bait, or cleaned fish as they went about preparing or ending their fishing experience the night before. A cheap can of soda, emptied no doubt as a refreshing part of the night's work, but making a new impact at that moment.

   I thought about the other people who had ventured out onto that sunlit pier. What had their thoughts been as they walked? I'm sure some came happy and glad, but there may have been others that were moving along in a field of gray tones, not seeing what God had in store for them in the bright colors of the ocean sunrise.

   The can was there in plain view, waiting to be noticed, waiting for someone to smile and remark about it's color, and the sun beginning to brighten it, waiting for an individual to be jostled from their black and white and mostly gray spirit to a world of color.

   Can God use a discarded empty can of Chek cola to speak to a person who needs a good word? Sure, and I realize again that He can use me, too, if I am available to His urging.

   Look around at the world, see those people in need and at least be willing to let the light of God's love reflect off you to those who need it.

   If a green can can do it, I can too.