Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed — in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
(1 Corinthians 15:51-52 NKJV)
In the midst of the ordinary, the beauty and mystery of God breaks through.
One day Jesus took Peter, John and James for a hike into the nearby mountains. And upon this occasion, Jesus changed before their very eyes. They were engulfed in the bright, white purity of God’s presence. Peter wanted to live there forever. Moses and Elijah broke through time. John and James were stunned into silence.
In the midst of Ordinary Time, we stop for a moment to recall the Transfiguration, which transports us to an otherworldly experience. An experience the disciples kept to themselves, until after they witnessed the cruel death and triumphant resurrection of our beloved Teacher, Friend and Savior.
Remembering that Jesus was not only flesh and blood, but also fully divine, transports me to the day, when we shall be like Him. I needed this reminder today, because it is way too easy to get anchored in the tangible. I muddle through until the long awaited vacation or hurry ahead to the next season of life. When the blessings are flowing here, I drift away from the best promise of God: eternal life.
At other times, I let the griefs of living here and now overtake me. I wonder if I will have to face more sorrow than happiness here on this earth. Sadness engulfs me, when all I can think about are the people who have already passed on and the ones who will leave me behind in the years ahead.
I cannot stay there. I must look ahead to that day, when “we all shall be changed.” We will no longer care about menus, laundry and dirty dishes. Unfinished projects and clutter will fade away. No more tearful good-byes.
On that day, I will be so caught up in the beauty and mystery of our Risen Savior and the scenes of heaven that I will want to dwell there forever, just like Peter, but this time Jesus will gladly welcome me to stay. I won’t have to return from the mountain top experience.
In the meantime, the glimpses of glory that I see in the golden profusion of wildflowers can bring a smile to my face. Or a yard sign, that seems like a text from God can remind me how much He loves me. While I was running the other day, I read this message: “God loves you. Always has. Always will.” And if I could text God back, I would say: ” I love you, too! Thanks for always loving me.” Oh, how He loves you and me eternally!
What glimpse of glory has He offered you recently?
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