While driving yesterday, I caught sight of a rainbow before me. It was quite a distance away, and rather faint. Nevertheless, it was a rainbow.

There's a Christian cliché that says the rainbow is a sign of a promise, because that's what God gave to Noah in symbolic token of a promise. So in good popular Christian fashion, without wanting to think too much about being true to any exegetical crap, I took the rainbow as a sign of a promise. (Yeah, once in the way, I do allow myself to be a sucker for such things.)

It's only really because despite the disillusionment I'm facing at the moment, and despite my having lost faith in many things/people, I believe in the Almighty God, the heavenly Father from whose eyes nothing can escape. And I believe that all of nature points to something of him, in both a personal and a general way.

The rainbow was given to all its spectators. And to me. It is the sign of a promise. Not a promise that all will be well in life, but rather, that all will be well with my soul. Through persecution, insults, and false accusations... all will be well with my soul.

There are many things in life one cannot try too hard to make sense of. The more one tries to find sense in the non-sensical realities of life, the more one gets bewildered and baffled. At a point of helplessness, one must truly, truly look at the rainbow painted before him - that he may know that all will be well with his soul.