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Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God. 
Exodus 34:29

   On the Christian calendar, today is Transfiguration Sunday. It reflects a time when the Holy Transfiguration Spirit entered and transformed Biblical figures from Moses to Jesus. And it marks a time when Moses and Elijah appeared to Jesus. It is also a chance to consider how this spirit may enter any one of us as we turn our faces to God.
   One of the perplexing truths of human existence is the way ordinary people can become transformed through spiritual experience. Movies love to portray this phenomenon by ascribing it to characters from saints to Superman. We encounter a presence like Mozart, Mother Theresa, or Martin Luther King and we see something different.
   Often, however, the person "transformed" seems to understand that it is not them, but some force coming through them…

   Mozart never claimed to have "thought up" his brilliant compositions. Instead, he claimed that he "heard them." In other words, he had found the ability to be present to great music which he claimed was already out there. He thought of himself as no more than a reporter transcribing sounds he picked up from the universe.
   Mother Theresa never took credit for being one of God’s heroes. She said she simply "followed Christ into the slums." She thought of herself as a soldier obeying orders. The same was true of Martin Luther King, in his quest, and it seems to be true of anyone, to varying degrees, who finds the humility to let go of ego and let in the light of God.
   This process of transfiguration, as near as the rest of us can tell, is certainly not a trick that can be taught. All we can say is that we know that some have found a way to be open to the blessing of love while most resist this blessing and listen only the loud voice of the world.
   I believe I see the process of transfiguration most commonly among two groups of people – artists and caregivers. Some would add sports figures to this group and I wouldn’t disagree. Any person engaged in seeking extraordinary performance may occasionally touch the hem of God’s light. This can happen when we are engaged in a high level of seeking and, in the midst of our greatest effort, Yoyo
we suddenly "let go and Let God."
   If you’ve ever watched a pianist like Andre Watts or cellist like Yo-Yo Ma, you may have seen a being caught in the thrall of a great performance. The face takes on a shine, as if some light is passing through the performer.
   It takes hard work followed by a certain, powerful kind of letting go, for the transfiguration to occur. And the light may be very transitory, entering when the person is most open, departing as the world re-asserts itself.
   Perhaps the experience is not something to be cultivated, but simply to be admired and respected. Our role is not to transform ourselves, since that is something only God can do, but to be open to the truth, the light, and the love that is always there and may, or may not, come to us.
   As the ancient saying goes, Called, or not called, God is present. So the question is never whether God is present to us, but whether we are present to God. There is no greater goal in life.

-Erie Chapman

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5 responses to “Transfiguration & Presence”

  1. liz Wessel Avatar
    liz Wessel

    Since a child, I love
    Tranquil early morning
    Sit in time for wonder
    Drawn into God’s peace
    Clouds grey streak watercolor
    Against still sky
    A cacophony of bird sounds
    Mockingbird sings sweet solo
    Dark shapes of trees made known
    In a globe of translucent light
    Chilled air chases
    Sleep from these eyes
    Illumination grows brighter in
    Sky’s kaleidoscope of changing color
    Grey, shades of deep blue to light
    Purest white, in shifting formations
    A spontaneous voice beckons
    Spurs a drive, to walk winding paths of earthen hills
    Morning doves sing love’s longing
    Mischievous crows squawk loud
    I am here. I am here.
    A unique symphony never to be played
    Or heard the same way twice
    Nature’s intricate designs and patterns show
    Brown leaves curled up dry
    Even in death, exquisitely beautiful
    Aware new life will come
    Imperfect shapes confident
    Harmonize perfectly with all, as is
    A finely tuned orchestra
    As dark transforms, once again,
    Into light
    Echoes God’s affirmations
    I am love. I am love.
    Trail ends, taking leave
    A dog barks as plane flies overhead,
    A distant siren screams alarm
    Entering the cares of this day
    God’s song carries
    You are loved. You are loved.

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  2. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced a transfiguration such as you’ve described. Yet I do know that when I have felt the best about something I might have done is when I have been able to live in the moment and get out of the way of my own need to perform.
    Karen

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  3. Diana Gallaher Avatar
    Diana Gallaher

    I think transfiguration moments happen all the time. The key is awareness of the sacredness in the moment. (I let other concerns take precedent over the sacred more often than not.) I am pasting a url to a story I wrote close to 10 years ago re: a transfiguration moment I experienced.
    http://www.supportteam.org/Templates/Inner.aspx?pid=75489. Because I think ultimately we are speaking of transfiguration moments as love, the moments (love) lasts forever.

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  4. liz Wessel Avatar
    liz Wessel

    Dear Diana,
    Thanks for sharing your transfiguration Love story. As Father Peter shared in today’s homily, our universe was born of love; we exist because God loved us into being. Without Love, all is empty and void. I appreciated your honesty and your image of God as Mother “Amma.” Wishing you a blessed day filled with light and love!
    liz

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  5. Diana Gallaher Avatar
    Diana Gallaher

    Dear Liz: Thank you for saying “God loved us into being.” We are “the beloved” as Henri Nouwen wrote so elogquently. That understanding has made all the difference for me in both loving God, others, and self.

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