On this, the Feast of the Transfiguration, thought I might re-post a reflection I wrote a bit earlier this year…when we were blessed to visit the very spot where Jesus dazzled…even as some key disciples dithered. Here’s what I wrote back in mid-Lent:
Perhaps Peter should have traveled by taxi up to the top of Mount Tabor. That experience certainly would have kept him from falling asleep.
We took a short hike at Castlewood the other day, and by the end I found myself wandering – in a bit of wonder – around Colossae.
It occurs to me that I might enjoy playing a round of golf with Abraham, the biblical patriarch.
It wasn’t a flash mob, exactly…but I had to wonder what the locals thought as they strolled by Ss. Peter & Paul parish in downtown Waterloo, IL last evening.
‘You got it all wrong.’
This uncomfortable notion turned out to be my main take-away (and perhaps the greatest blessing) of our visit a few months back to the Tel Arad National Park in Israel.
We found a piece of treasure a couple of years ago, my brothers and I, as we rooted around the bedroom where we’d grown up.
Is it enough?
The question popped briefly into my consciousness yesterday, as we spent some time ministering inside the prison.
A new piece of liturgical “art” appeared in my parish church this week – and it filled my heart with wonder.
In a blessedly sweet irony, Judy was not even “in the house” as the eyewitness reports came pouring in on the feast of St. Thomas.
My driver got out of jail for an extended time yesterday.
With Us Still 