Luke 9: 28-36 (37-43a) – Transfiguration Sunday -Â for Sunday, February 10, 2013
â€œJust then a man from the crowd shoutedâ€¦â€ (Luke 9:38)
Letâ€™s start with the obvious . . . every day is a series of interruptions.
Or this . . .
â€œLife is what happens to you while youâ€™re busy making other plans,â€ 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, â€œDo you have a minute?â€ And an hour or a day later, you glare at todayâ€™s (or yesterdayâ€™s) to-do list and realize you still havenâ€™t started #1.
Was it one of the kids in the classroom where you teach that gets an â€œowieâ€ just before you start your brilliant lesson on fractions or George Washingtonâ€™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 Momâ€™s health.
Interruptions mean certain things wonâ€™t get done. Most interruptions are never considered for the to-do listâ€™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 Lukeâ€™s Gospel, Jesus and his disciples depart a mountaintop. Up there in the clouds, a voice had announced, â€œThis is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him . . .â€ Even before â€œWhatâ€™s on the agenda for today?â€ 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 . . .
Â 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 →