2 Corinthians 4.3–6
Today, we heard that odd story we call The Transfiguration.
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…
It may appear to be a strange story, but you know little transfigurations, ‘mini transfigurations’, happen all the time.
By that, I mean that something quite ordinary can easily become truly significant to us in a life-changing way. It becomes a moment of transfiguration for us. We don’t control it, it just seems to happen, but we know that it is so. We may know it at the time, or we may realise it later as we reflect back on what has happened. But there it is—a moment of transfiguration.
We often associate these mini moments of transfiguration with love.
I remember first seeing Karen. At the time, I was just looking at a pretty girl. (I doubt she remembers the occasion at all.) In retrospect, as I look back, that moment has been transfigured for me into something full of meaning.
Two other people may lock eyes across a crowded room, and they just know there and then. This is the one. Their hearts skip several beats, and the moment transfigures their lives. They know it straight away.
A mother or father holds their child for the first time. Their heart melts with love, and the meaning of this event is one that changes their lives forever.
It’s a little moment of transfiguration. The new mum and dad see more truly what their lives truly mean.
A young person finally realises that they have vocation in life, which may be to teach, to nurse, to be a gardener. They feel elated. They want to share it with others. That’s a moment of personal transfiguration too.
These little, personal moments of transfiguration happen when something ordinary reveals itself as something meaningful.