My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Kinship With Jesus
Had Jesus remained transfigured, he would have lost his kinship with those he had brought to this mountain. His radiance would have intruded upon the bond between them. Perhaps he was, underneath it all, a person whose garments were meant to shine, but that would be no more than a barrier were it to remain. People can marvel for a little while in the face of such glory but marveling is not sharing. It is too one-sided to permit communication. Whatever it might have foreshadowed, their relationship was grounded in a moment that could not be wasted on too much of the brilliance and brightness of transfiguration, and so it was ended.
Labels:
humanity,
Jesus,
miracle,
relationships,
scripture,
sharing,
transformation
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