O God whom we have forgotten, help us to remember.
Through the eyes of Peter, James, and John we see a post-Resurrection-Jesus pre-crucifixion. Like poetry, the Transfiguration bends time and space and begs us to ask deep questions about who Jesus really is.
He looked at his reflection in a passing shop window and remembered that he had on his clerical collar. It annoyed him how vulnerable that made him to random conversations with complete strangers. He walked over, begrudgingly.
The Kingdom of God is often found in smallness and simplicity that invites each of us to see that even the most mundane events and the most ordinary people bear the image of God.
Rituals can be important touchstones on the journey of faith, markers that help us to grope our way through the darkness, but they aren’t ends to themselves. Prayer is a way of life. In fact, prayer is the way to life.
When the perception of scarcity and the presumption of privilege drive the massive acquisition of wealth and resources without the necessary ethical responsibilities that mandate care for the poor and vulnerable, we see a world running hot to acquire but running cold on compassion.
I wanted a rule book, but rather than just give me a list of dos and don’ts, the Bible gave me stories, and poems, and laments, and curious genealogies, and the Apostles throwing shade at one another.