On this the Second Sunday of Lent, we read of the Transfiguration, as Jesus leads Peter, James, and John up the mountain. In scriptural terms, our ancestors climbed mountains to encounter God. As they ascended, the veil of mystery split and clarity occurred. Each encounter resulted in a changed—transfigured—way of seeing, thinking, being. Peter, James, and John desperately needed a clearer view of Jesus’ identity and mission before His imminent suffering and death.
As one trained in preaching, the words of St. Paul’s words sting: “If I preach the gospel, this is no reason for me to boast, for an obligation has been imposed on me, and woe to me if I do not preach it! Woe to me if I do not preach it!"
“On coming up out of the water he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit, like a dove, descending upon him. And a voice came from the heavens, ‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.’” The Father baptized and blessed Jesus before one moment of ministry: before He turned water into wine; healed one sick person; broke one piece of bread; took one step toward Golgotha. It was the blessing, the imparting of being beloved, which strengthened Jesus for His ministry of healing and reconciliation.
On December 21, 2020, at 5:30 pm, we set out for the perfect view of Saturn and Jupiter. This was a once in a lifetime experience, as the last time this phenomenon occurred was eight-hundred years earlier. On the off-road, facing southwest, we followed this "Christmas-time" star. Sure enough, the two planets aligned so closely, they shined as one bright, beautiful, larger-than-life "star" in the sky. I’m not sure I would have been observant enough to even notice, if not foretold in the news.
The blog on this page presents reflections on the Sunday readings through the lens of a parent/grandparent, aiding leaders of the domestic church in their vital task as “first heralds” or “first preachers” of the Good News in the home.