A light, a tent, a cloud, a voice

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    Jesus went up on the mountain to pray.          And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed....                   —Luke 9.28-29

A light shone, a revelation, so glad we were, sleep-lulled, to see it, clear, yanking us out of our vague dreams...

Moses and Elijah spoke but then began to fade, like God's glory already fading beneath Moses' veil when he came back down, like dreams fade...

How could I not ask for certainty, for structure to pen the revelation, suit it to our dullness, draw the notion from the mystery...

Then the bright erasure, luminously dark, the palimpsest, the blurring fog of God preventing definition, shunning outline, only asking...

But from the cloud a voice, a Word, a revelation!— yet no final word, no tablets, only this: “Behold my love. Keep listening”....

And then no more. No light, no voice, no visitations, just him, and what we dare to see, to hear, revelation and mystery swirled as one, unlimned,

knowing and yearning to, and doing without, not the carved stone but the word unfolding, the daily mess and muddle and our listening ear....

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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