Yr B, Transfiguration Sunday (Last Sunday of Epiphany), Feb 19 2012, St. Albans
Readings: 2 Kings 2:1-12; Ps 50:1-6; 2 Cor 4:3-6; Mark 9:2-9
I have two friends who competed in the Olympics, one in Seoul in 1988 and the other in Barcelona in 1992. One was a runner, the other was a rower. Being an Olympian is what you might call a peak experience. It is the crowning glory of many years of hard-work, of early mornings and late nights, of training and of competitions. For an athlete, the Olympics are a mountain top experience. And coming down from the mountain isn’t easy.
Neither of my friends found it easy to come down from Mount Olympus. The glory of the mountain is something that we naturally want to hold onto, something we want to find a way back to. It’s not easy when the peak experience of your life happens when you are in your 20’s, and then you’ve got another 50 years to go. My two friends handled this in different ways. My friend the runner is currently recovering from an injury sustained while he was training for a master’s race. His life still revolves around the track.
The rower took another route. After the 1992 Olympics, he came really, really close to taking a shot at the 1996 Olympics. But in the end, he set that aside. He decided to come down from the mountain, and he re-entered that ordinary world that most of us live in. He has a family, he’s active in his community. And with a lot of work, and quite a few challenges at first, he’s built a successful career for himself. I asked him once what was the key to his success. One of things he told me is that he was able to take his Olympic experience and the lessons learned there, and use these to sustain and guide him as he struggled through the challenges of his post-Olympic life.
Today’s gospel is about a mountain-top experience. It’s about a life-changing experience for Peter, James and John. It marks a turning point in the gospel of Mark and in Jesus journey with his disciples, although of course the disciples don’t really know that yet.
Peter, James and John have been disciples of Jesus for several years by this point. They’ve been with him as he wandered from village to village in Galilee and in the neighbouring regions. They’ve heard his teaching, they’ve witnessed his healing ministry and acts of power, they’ve seen him reach out to those at the margins of society, they’ve been astounded at the crowds who follow him wherever he goes. They get the sense that something big is about to happen. Peter is even able to put a name on this, identifying Jesus as the Messiah, the one sent by God to save his people.
And it’s at this very point in the journey when things start to get hard. Jesus, sensing somehow that it’s time to move his ministry to the next stage, tells his disciples for the first time that things aren’t going to play out the way they’re expecting. Rather, Jesus tells them that he will undergo great suffering and be killed, and after three days rise again. And if Peter, James and John want to continue to be his followers, they too must be prepared to lose their lives.
I can only imagine that the disciples were devastated by Jesus words, that they were overcome by doubt, by fear. I expect that many of those who had been following Jesus simply turned around and went home. Maybe, they thought, Jesus wasn’t the one after all.
And in the midst of these doubts and fears, Jesus takes Peter and James and John and leads them up the mountain. And there they witness the most amazing thing that they have ever seen in their lives. They see Jesus transfigured and dazzling white, talking with Elijah and Moses. And a cloud overshadows them, the divine presence overwhelms them and they hear a voice saying “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him”.
The temptation must have been so great to stay on the mountain, to remain just a little longer in that place where the veil was had been lifted, just for an instant, and the glory of God had been revealed. We get a hint of the longing to stay on the mountain in Peter’s suggestion that he should build three dwellings for Jesus, Elijah and Moses to stay in.
But Peter doesn’t get to build the dwellings. They don’t get to stay. Instead, Jesus leads them down from the mountain and out into the wilderness. They don’t even get to head back to familiar territory in Galilee, but instead, Jesus turns towards Jerusalem, towards his final destination, towards the cross.
So why did Jesus lead them up the mountain in the first place? Was it meant to add to their confusion? Was it meant to fill them with a longing for something that was just beyond their grasp?
No, I think that Jesus led his closest friends up the mountain because that was just what they needed at that point in their journey. Any doubts they may have had about Jesus were swept away by the voice that said, “This is my Son, my Beloved.” And any indecision as to what they were to do next was replaced by a single, clear instruction: “Listen to him”. And I think that at that point on their journey, that was exactly what Peter, James and John needed.
Sometimes, it’s the mountain-top experience that sustains us in the wilderness. Sometimes it’s that experience of light that guides us through the darkness. We don’t get to live our lives on the mountain top. Neither did Jesus. The things that God calls us to do are more likely to take place in a swamp than on a peak! The journeys that we’re on don’t always have clear signposts, and the visibility isn’t always great. We will have doubts and we will have fears and we will have setbacks along the way. But the promise of today’s gospel is that when God calls us on a journey, he will give us what we need to sustain us and guide us on our path.
Now, that doesn’t mean that we all get to go up the mountain. Most of us won’t get taken up a mountain to see Jesus transfigured and hear the voice of God. I expect that goes beyond what most of us need to sustain us and guide us on our journeys. For most of us, our glimpses of God may be more like the Rumours of Glory that Bruce Cockburn sings about, or the thin places that are referred to in the Celtic tradition. Or, perhaps it’s enough to hear the words of those who have had those sort of spiritual experiences, people like Peter and James and John, and many, many others throughout the ages.
The prayers of the people that we will be using today have been crafted by Sean from a song which creates a dialogue between Julian of Norwich, an Anglican mystic of the 14th century known for her mystic experiences of God, and another woman who is struggling with doubt and fear, who is struggling with questions of sorrow and loneliness and cruelty.
Have a listen:
Julian, you are holy, you are holding my hand and Julian, you are holy, you are holding my hand.
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
I said, "Julian, do you not know, do you not know about sorrow and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about pain?"I said," Julian, do you not know, do you not know about hunger and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about shame?"
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
I said, "Julian, do you not know, do you not know about loneliness, and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about disease?" I said Julian, do you not know, do you not know about cruelty?" I said Julian, it's too much. It brought me to my knees."
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
She said, "No one does not know, does not know about sorrow and no one does not know, does not know about pain." She said "No one does not know, does not know about hunger and no one does not know, does not know about shame."
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
She said, "No one does not know, does not know about loneliness and no one does not know, does not know about disease." She said, "No one does not know, does not know about cruelty." She said, "I know, it's too much. It brought me to my knees where I heard:
'All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well.'"
She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about tenderness and Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about friends?" She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about the Spirit?" She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, it's only love that never ends and so,
all will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well." (Lyrics by Meg Barnhouse)
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
I said, "Julian, do you not know, do you not know about sorrow and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about pain?"I said," Julian, do you not know, do you not know about hunger and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about shame?"
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
I said, "Julian, do you not know, do you not know about loneliness, and Julian, do you not know, do you not know about disease?" I said Julian, do you not know, do you not know about cruelty?" I said Julian, it's too much. It brought me to my knees."
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
She said, "No one does not know, does not know about sorrow and no one does not know, does not know about pain." She said "No one does not know, does not know about hunger and no one does not know, does not know about shame."
She said, "All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well."
She said, "No one does not know, does not know about loneliness and no one does not know, does not know about disease." She said, "No one does not know, does not know about cruelty." She said, "I know, it's too much. It brought me to my knees where I heard:
'All will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well.'"
She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about tenderness and Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about friends?" She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, do you not know about the Spirit?" She said, "Babygirl, do you not know, it's only love that never ends and so,
all will be well, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well." (Lyrics by Meg Barnhouse)
We read the story of the transfiguration of Jesus in church today because we too have marked a turning point in our church year. For the last two months we have been in the season of Epiphany, the season in our church year when we reflect on how God has revealed himself in our world through the person of Jesus. We’ve read about Jesus baptism, about how his identity has been revealed through teaching and healing and finally in today’s story of the Transfiguration. But now our journey too turns towards the cross. This Wednesday is Ash Wednesday and it is the beginning of Lent. And Lent is a time of reflection and preparation that moves us towards the Cross on Good Friday and then on to the joy of Easter. Lent is a season when we engage in the sort of dialogue that we just heard in that song, a time when the promises of God are put into dialogue with the realities of our world, and when the frailty of our own lives is put into dialogue with the potential that God sees in us.
May God bless you with everything you need to sustain and guide you on your journey.
Amen.