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 clothes became dazzling white, such as no one on earth could bleach them.
We call it The Transfiguration. In the old days of my tradition, they called it Quinquagesima. I wonder if a complicated name was supposed to make it any easier to understand? Or maybe you just didn’t try to understand, and tried to pronounce the word.
Lent is coming. Lent is coming.
There’s so much in the world I can’t understand. I am grateful for majesty and splendor and the idea of unearthly brightness,
but right now I am not feeling it.
Things just look smutty. Ashy.
Friend, will you hold my hand today?
Mary Beth Butler is an Episcopal layperson in North Texas. She is a retired university administrator, works as a paving contractor, and is an occasional blogger.
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