Why do we ask, “What is your favorite color?” Why do we ask the various “favorite” questions? What is your favorite book? Book of the Bible? Of the books you’ve written, which is your favorite? And such.
I answer the favorite color question with, “Favorite color for what?” I build my wardrobe around black. My favorite color for sky is intense Colorado blue with big, mounding cumulus clouds, unless it is a sunset. Then, I love deep roses and corals that move to dusky purples.
When I look at this photo my favorite colors become pumpkin and skin color, glowing rich. These colors reflect the warm interaction of Dad and only son. This prompts me to wonder about the colors around the throne where Father and Only Son sit.
“A throne stood in heaven, with one seated on the throne. And he who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian, and around the throne was rainbow that had the appearance of an emerald” (Revelation 4:2,3).
I think in heaven my favorite color will be emerald-rainbow-green.
Why do we like to rank and list? I’ve noticed women’s magazines often ask questions: What was the best gift you’ve ever received? The internet has multiple sites: What are the top ten blogs for writers? Or best sites for gerbil owners? And who can forget Julie Andrews naming her favorite things in “The Sound of Music”?
Do we ask “What is your favorite color?” as a non-threatening way to begin to know another? Or do we ask ourselves these questions to slow us down to reflect, measure, organize? Does the process give us weight and substance?
What do you think?