And after six days Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves; and he was transfigured before them,
and his garments became glistening, intensely white, as no fuller on earth could bleach them.
And there appeared to them Eli’jah with Moses; and they were talking to Jesus.
And Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is well that we are here; let us make three booths, one for you and one for Moses and one for Eli’jah.”
For he did not know what to say, for they were exceedingly afraid.
And a cloud overshadowed them, and a voice came out of the cloud, “This is my beloved Son; listen to him.”
And suddenly looking around they no longer saw any one with them but Jesus only.
Mark 9: 2-8
We believe that Jesus is both the Son of God and a fully human person. But mostly it is the human Jesus we relate to. Rarely we might have an experience of God, as the disciples had at what we now call the Transfiguration. I count three such experiences. I have no idea of that is more or less then others. It’s not a competition, it’s not something you can call up at will, no matter how you might try to “think yourself” into the moment. It is a gratuitously given, graced, overwhelming feeling of the presence of God, like no other, not something that can be described. One was like God coming in the wind, not a gentle breeze but a raging off-shore gale. But the others were in mundane situations, walking down the street like any other day but not like any other day. A momentary departure from ordinariness.
Thank God for making your presence known to me in the ordinary and the occasional extraordinary. Help me use these moments to transform my life for good.