Sanctuary

There is a stain glass window in the sanctuary of my church. It covers an angular shape from ceiling to floor and is divided into congruent rectangles. Each rectangle contains slices of colored glass with no distinct shape. In all honesty, the artistic decoration looks like a giant platter of different flavored jello. Lime, grape, cherry, blue raspberry, and countless others. I cannot tell you how many times I have stared at this abstract mural and searched for meaning, an image in the mosaic. Why does it seem that faith is always so complex? Or rather, why is faith made difficult by man? Undoubtedly, the creator of the jello platter incorporated some hidden image, some meaning into his art, but no matter which way I twist my head I can't get past the jello squares. Then again, maybe I am the one who is making spirituality more difficult than it is. Rather than enjoying the beauty that is the window, I try to find the worldly loophole.