The long nights and the gray days
weary my body and bone
and I am lost in the last of winter.
The hungry blackbirds pick at the stalks
of another year’s growing,
mere skeletons in a ravaged field.
The old frozen snow is black, filthy stuff -
a remnant of longing and despair
from the white days of winter’s brightness.
If I did not know better,
I would be bleak and barren as the world.
But I have seen the glory -
seen the early green, the bulging bud,
the sun streaming through the seams
of the awakening maples.
I have seen the glory
of a world transfigured by Spring.
And so I squint through remembering eyes
at these wearying winter days,
daring them to do their worst, and say
“Just you wait. Just you wait.”
Moses goes up a mountain to speak to God, and returns with his face shining like the sun. He covers his face with a veil after that, except when he is in God’s presence - at those times he goes before God completely as himself.
Jesus takes three of the disciples up Mount Hermon - he is doing a bit of a mini-retreat - just needing some time to reflect, pray, gather himself. As usual, the three end up almost nodding off, but just as they are about to sleep, Jesus’ appearance changes - his face and clothes begin to glow.
In both cases, Moses and Jesus have a transcendent experience which changes them right at the very heart of their spiritual core - and the experience is so profound it shines out of them.
My colleague, Anna Murdock, refers to the ‘thin places’ of the world. Anna writes “I have a dear friend who calls such a time a “heaven-touching-earth moment.” I refer to this as a God-moment. There are no words to give name adequately to such a time when the Divine Veil has been lifted in one’s presence. The radiance, the glory, God’s Presence and our deep desire to put a time such as this into immediate words all cause some stammering on our part - even confusion as to what has taken place.” Anna goes on to say “I feel as if I have the word “PETER” written across my forehead, as my heart wants to blurt out words that will prove themselves to be a jumbled-up mess. It is then that a holy finger presses against our lips and we hear “Shhhh - this is my sonm, my chosen. Listen to him.” and the Divine Veil is lifted if only for a moment.
What is a thin place? To discern the difference between an ordinary place and a thin place, one must use a spiritual perspective. In simple terms a ‘thin place’ is a place where the veil between this world and the Other world is thin, the Other world is more near. This meaning assumes the perceiver senses the existence of a world beyond what we know through our five senses.
Truth abides in thin places; naked, raw, hard to face truth. Yet the comfort, safety and strength to face that truth also abides there. Thin places captivate our imagination, yet diminish our existence. We become very small, yet we gain connection and become part of something larger than we can perceive. The human spirit is awakened and will grow if the body and mind allow it. Simply put, a thin place is a place where one feels that mysterious power.
In his Spiritual Message to the World in 1931, Mahatma Gandhi said, “There is an indefinable, mysterious power that pervades everything. I feel it, though I do not see it. It is this unseen power that makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses”
So Jesus and his three closest friends Peter, James and John up the highest mountain in the area. As they stop near the summit to catch their breath, Jesus’ face radiates light; his clothes became glistening white. Altitude sickness, all three of them? Could this have been what the Israelites had seen when Moses brought the Ten Commandments down from Sinai and his face shone so that he had to cover it?
The disciples had seen this glorious event in dumbstruck silence. Peter wanted to remain in the rarified atmosphere of this mountain-top experience and stop the clock. He had seen Paree; he didn't want to return to the farm. When he found his voice, he said to Jesus, "Master, it's a good thing that we are here; let us make three booths, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah. Let's stay right here, Jesus. We've seen how glorious life can be. Let's preserve this glorious moment and not worry about going back from this light."
Jesus, you will note, didn’t even begin to try to answer. He had no words himself, and probably Peter’s stammering sounded like gibberish to him. He had a transfiguring and transforming experience which showed him what life could be, a glimpse of the incredible majesty and power of God.
And then - KLUNK!
All four of them stumble down from the mountain, still hyper-ventilating from the mountain-top experience. I am quite sure that Jesus was just as dumbstruck as the other three. It’s one thing to have faith, to believe that there is a God and to be committed to a life of prayer and ministry. It’s quite another thing to come face to face with that radiant glory, and walk away in any state other than tongue-tied.
Now, I’m interjecting a comment here - about lectionaries. If I had followed the lectionary, only the first part of this text - the transfiguration part - would have been included. But the following piece is critical to the whole story, because it is real life.
Moses, having been to one of those thin places and encountering the radiant presence of God, then has to come back down and try to explain to the Israelites. How mundane, to have to return from communing with God to explaining to a “stubborn and stiff-necked people” what his perception of God’s intent was.
So, we find Jesus and the disciples still pinching themselves, the three walking along with their eyes bugging out, Jesus probably wanting just to hold on to some quiet and reflective time; they get to the bottom of the mountain again and find a crowd waiting, and a man with an epileptic son, asking Jesus to help. The man says he asked the other disciples to heal his son, but they could not. And Jesus says the most human thing which I think ever came out his mouth. He says something like “Gawd, how long do I have to put up with this? Bring the boy to me.” Can you hear the utter exasperation in his voice? After such an experience, isn’t this the last thing one would want to deal with?
Remember, he’s just been to the mountaintop, had a transcendent spiritual experience, he is still mentally and spiritually back there. How mundane it must have seemed. How small compared to the grandeur of the previous moment. I can see him asking himself “Is this all there is? Is this what it’s about?” Was this experience destined to become, like so many religious experiences, only a dimly-remembered high moment in a never-ending sea of need?
Some of us may have had such an experience: a time when the universe makes sense, a glimpse of something far beyond the mundane of many todays - a time when we had no doubts, and found ourselves a part of the universe and could see with surety the next world.
Rev. Thomas Hall asks “why did this event become a treasured memory of the Church? What's the point of it? This experience doesn’t ever happen at my church-except maybe with the help of pyrotechnics and strobe lights. How do we relate to it?
He answers his own question. “This became an indelible memory because it could never be repeated. Some Christians go to the Bible stories to attempt to replicate what they read. Unfortunately, in the process, the Scriptures are turned into rigid formulae that now dictate our experiences. That's one reason we have so many versions of the Christian faith--we're trying to reduce the stories into rules, truths, formulae, and doctrines. And when we think we've got the truth we become intolerant of others who have discovered a different way to understand the same truth. Even our gospel writers place different interpretations on the Transfiguration experience. Mark sees it as a mountain top experience, Matthew as a vision, Luke as a prayer meeting. So let's be honest this morning and let this memory stand on its own without trying to squeeze it into our personal experiences.”
So we let the experience of transfiguration stand as it is - one brief moment of clarity and revelation - a stepping into a thin place for a moment, where two worlds touch; we catch a glimpse of radiant and transcendent glory. Then we come back to earth, to the people around us who hurt and need healing, to the ordinary and everyday, things which look drab and mundane. The trick is to look at those ordinary, everyday things which appear drab by comparison, remove the veil from our own eyes, and see the glory there as well.
Sometimes on the rarest nights
comes the vision calm and clear,
gleaming with unearthly lights
on our path of doubt and fear.
Winds from that far land are blown,
whispering with secret breath--
hope that plays a tune alone,
love that conquers pain and death.
Sources:
1. Poem “Late Winter”, by Rev. Tim Haut, Deep River Pastoral Charge, 2002.
2. Anna Murdock, from "Shhhhh....Listen!" Luke 9:28-36 Ponderings for Transfiguration Sunday 2010
3. A description of thin places, www.thinplaces.net
4. Sermon “A Mountaintop Experience”, by Dr. David Rogne, retired pastor United Methodist Church USA
5. Sermon “Prayer Mountain” by Rev. Thomas Hall, Mayflower UCC, Billings, MT.
6. “Land of Might-Have-Been”, song by Jeremy Northam, from the movie Gosford Park 2001.
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