Finding God on the Mountain and in the Valley
There are certain rhythms of the liturgical year I can often feel like I’m learning for the very first time.
There are certain rhythms of the liturgical year I can often feel like I’m learning for the very first time.
I’ve spent a long time pondering what universal human experience the story of the Transfiguration is trying to tell us.
There is no question that I am the disciple asking if we can make a dwelling, to try to live inside the fleeting moments when I feel the very palpable love and presence of God.
I would love to be delivered from the disquietude, the anxiety, the unease, of this world. Want to come up with me to the mountain for just a little bit?
Our daughter lost her first tooth a few weeks ago. As I stared into that gaping hole in her mouth, I did the thing where you internally tear up and think, ‘where did my little baby go?’ in that wistful, nostalgic way. ‘It was only yesterday that I was holding her in my arms!’
The Feast of the Transfiguration has always been a favorite of mine. My first preaching assignment in seminary was on
The Transfiguration is confusing and deeply mystifying, and maybe that’s the point.
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Peter and the other disciples, witnessing this great event, are just like me as I watch the far more mundane work of God: the growth of ordinary human beings.
The church celebrates the feast of the Transfiguration next Saturday. These words from Full Homely Divinity give us a taste of the wisdom on that site – and practices that we can use to celebrate the feast.