Luke 9: 28-36 (37-43a) – Transfiguration Sunday – for Sunday, February 10, 2013
“Just then a man from the crowd shouted…” (Luke 9:38)
Let’s start with the obvious . . . every day is a series of interruptions.
Or this . . .
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” John Lennon famously wrote in Beautiful Boy, a song with lyrics inspired by his son.
And so, what interrupted you today?
Was it your colleague at work who asked, “Do you have a minute?” And an hour or a day later, you glare at today’s (or yesterday’s) to-do list and realize you still haven’t started #1.
Was it one of the kids in the classroom where you teach that gets an “owie” just before you start your brilliant lesson on fractions or George Washington’s adventures at Valley Forge?
Was it the fender bender in the parking lot?
Mine, a few days ago, was the call from my older sister at an early morning time when she (almost) never phones . . . and suddenly my day is filled with worries about Mom’s health.
Interruptions mean certain things won’t get done. Most interruptions are never considered for the to-do list’s Top 10 at the outset of the day. But they arrive, a tidal wave on the shore of life, a sudden gust of wind knocking off your cap or, worse, knocking a tree branch into the sensible, necessary plans you made for your tidy and kempt day.
Alas, the world is unfair and unkempt.
In Luke’s Gospel, Jesus and his disciples depart a mountaintop. Up there in the clouds, a voice had announced, “This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him . . .” Even before “What’s on the agenda for today?” can be said, our hearty sojourners are confronted by . . .
Luke has a fellow bellow from the crowd:
Teacher, I beg you to look at my son; he is my only child . . .
The father with the broken down child is not on any to-do lists.
Humans make plans, God guffaws. Or maybe the Holy weeps. Continue reading →