The longer I stay in ministry, the more quickly the calendar turns over. Some of the days remain quite long, but the years have gotten short, the seasons pushing against each other more and more each time they come around. It was only just Advent. This year, even though Lent is late on the calendar, it feels once again like it has arrived prematurely. It couldn’t possibly be here already. It couldn’t possibly be Transfiguration again, could it? For the preacher fighting a losing battle with time, the Gospels don’t offer much help when it comes to innovative preaching the Transfiguration year after year. The varying accounts of Jesus’s mountaintop revelation barely differ. The distinctions are in the details, not in the headlines. This means Transfiguration Sunday can be somewhat daunting for regular preachers. What new thing could we possibly say? What new breath could we possibly find? Is anyone else just a little tired of Transfiguration? Other than the disciples, I mean. They are, apparently, exhausted. It’s one of the small details of Luke’s account – but uniquely his contribution to the story – that our disciples are dozing off on the mountaintop just when the scene gets good. Different translations parse the complex Greek in different ways: maybe they’ve already fallen asleep; maybe they’re just resting their eyes; maybe they’re fighting it off with every ounce of their remaining energy — but the particulars seem less important than the impact. Even in the presence of the astounding miracle of Transfiguration, these disciples have gotten a little tired. It’s understandable. They’ve been working hard. Ministry is toughgoing; these disciples have been on their feet for weeks. Just that morning, they climbed a whole mountain. Certainly, we could forgive them a nap. But I’m not sure that’s what Luke wants from this moment. ...
Thank you to this week's writer Matt Gaventa.
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