After six days Jesus took Peter, James and John with him and led them up a high mountain, where they were all alone. There he was transfigured before them. 3 His clothes became dazzling white, whiter than anyone in the world could bleach them. 4 And there appeared before them Elijah and Moses, who were talking with Jesus.
5 Peter said to Jesus, ‘Rabbi, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters – one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.’ 6 (He did not know what to say, they were so frightened.)
7 Then a cloud appeared and covered them, and a voice came from the cloud: ‘This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!’
8 Suddenly, when they looked around, they no longer saw anyone with them except Jesus.
9 As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus gave them orders not to tell anyone what they had seen until the Son of Man had risen from the dead.
Light on the Swing
The sun beams through the clouds, Warm, glowing sunlight.
I want to go closer to the Source.
I call out –
I want to go higher, Daddy,
Right up into the clouds!
God smiles on me.
I’m lifted higher.
Glimpse orange, before dazzling white,
I’m blinded by Christ’s Light.
To God be the glory.
I fall. Flung fast downwards I find myself facing a new, deeper low. It’s dark under the swing.
I’m bruised, broken, abandoned.
Even in my darkness,
When the Son shines on my swing,
It is set alight with God’s glory
9th January, 2014, Stanton House, Oxfordshire.