Jesus transfigures us


FEBRUARY 28, 2021 

Second Sunday of Lent

WORD of the DAY 

Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no fuller on earth could bleach them.    (Mark  9: 2- 3)

How shall I live this Word?  

Jesus has recently communicated for the first time, the imminence of His passion and death. This announcement confused the minds of the disciples, especially of Peter who had reacted strongly enough to take a heavy reproach from the Teacher who had identified him with the tempter: “away from me, Satan”. The transfiguration of Jesus will help the disciples to overcome the trauma of the Cross. He climbs to a high mountain, together with Peter, James, and John. Up there, alone, and in silence, they see Moses and Elijah appear. The high mountain evokes Mount Sinai, where in the past, God had manifested His will to the people, handing over the law. The white robes remind us of Moses’ dazzling face when he talks to God on the Mountain and receives the law. Elijah and Moses, the two major authorities of the Old Testament, speak with Jesus. Moses represents the Law, Elijah, the prophecy. It is therefore clear that the Old Testament, both the Law and the prophecy, already taught that for the Servant Messiah, the path to glory had to pass through the cross.  But the disciples seem not to hear and not to see, they are afraid of the cross. Peter would like to stop the present moment. He would like to stay on the mountain, make three tents that ensure a life of peace. A transfigured life where there is light, “shining, dazzling white clothes”. At the end of the vision, Jesus asks for silence on the event of glory they witnessed, but He still finds misunderstanding. The disciples, like us too many times, are unable to accept that the path of suffering passes through the Cross, but leads to the resurrection.

Your face I seek, O Lord, do not hide Your face from me.  (Ps 26: 8-9)

The Voice of  a Poet

The face of God / that my darkness desires / the face of God / who will be able to tell me? It is an altar /. Perhaps with the eyes of a child / hidden by too many stars. Maybe with the eyes of a child / Bright as snow / will we finally be able to grasp / the face of God?

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