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.
Perhaps Peter should have traveled by taxi up to the top of Mount Tabor. That experience certainly would have kept him from falling asleep.
I did a double-take as soon as I saw the bottle.
My encounters with praise music on Saturday were a decidedly mixed bag.
Do you think maybe the rest of the Twelve might have been jealous when they heard the story Peter, James and John had to tell about the Transfiguration?
A funny thing happened on the way to Mass on Saturday morning…
Unbeknownst to the regulars in the 8:30 congregation, all three of our parish priests were otherwise occupied—so we celebrated with a communion service instead of the regularly-scheduled Eucharistic feast. And that’s when it happened: As we stood to hear the Gospel proclaimed, our deacon intoned the acclamation verse with a familiar setting of three ‘Alleluias.’
‘We interrupt this prophetic diatribe…to bring you a few choice samples of apocalyptic vision.’ That’s about what it felt like at Mass today, with the great feast of the Transfiguration plopped down in the middle of a liturgical week otherwise devoted to a serious rant from the prophet Jeremiah.
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