Except that grace can neither be constructed nor contained. We can till the ground around it, water it, ensure it has plenty of sunshine and fertilizer, but ultimately grace is a gift.
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 Transfiguration is the foretaste of glory divine that we carry with us as even as turn our faces towards Lent and share in the sufferings of Christ.
Sometimes these intermittent glimpses of beauty are all we need to keep us in the frightening moments of our lives. Sometimes, these little gems of light are all that hold us in the darkness.