i’m not big on all the traditional holidays of the church, but the Easter season has captured my attention. this morning i heard it was transfiguration Sunday, to remember that day that Jesus took three of his disciples-Peter, James and John-to the mountain, where he showed his true nature. to honor the day, i fall back on the words of a dearly loved writer, Madeleine L’Engel:
Suddenly they saw him they way he was,
the way he really was all the time,
although they had never seen it before,
the glory which blinds the everyday eye
and so becomes invisible. This is how
he was, radiant, brilliant, carrying joy
like a flaming sun in his hands.
This is the way he was–is–from the beginning,
and we cannot bear it. So he manned himself,
came manifest to us; and there on the mountain
they saw him, really saw him, saw his light.
We all know that if we really see him we die.
But isn’t that what is required of us?
Then, perhaps, we will see each other, too.