Friday, March 18, 2011
When I look out before dawn I see figures that are black and white and gray. Color is there, but I can't see it. The rising sun shows me the colors that were already there, as in this lush summer morning several years ago.
During the lifetime of Jesus his disciples could see only his humanity. His divinity was there, but they couldn't see it. In the Transfiguration a few of them got to see the glory of his divinity shining through.
The Divine is in me and in everything around me, but I don't always notice. Then a quick movement. A sideways glance. Suddenly there's God. Like the disciples I wish that I could hold onto that moment.