by Sister Annette Koss
This weekend we gaze at Peter, James and John climbing up on the mountain.
The disciples encounter Jesus and engage in a conversation.
It is a place of intimacy, so much so that they want to stay on that mountain.
But they leave the comfort of presence and love as befuddled beholders
to continue living their daily lives.
Was this presence real? What does it mean?
Intimacy goes beyond reasoning; it does not lead to more gazing,
but to being sent to share love and presence.
Life is beyond the reasonable, yet available and personal.
A 96-year-old man, named Harry, died in our parish sitting up in his chair.
The "mountain" for Harry was holding his wife's hand every night between his hands
as they were falling asleep.
During the funeral preparation, his son told of this experience of loving presence
with my hand between the two of his.
For the funeral liturgy, the family walked up the hill of the Darboy church.
I invited the family to hold hands during the Our Father.
A daughter and mother reached into the coffin and held the hand of Harry.
We heard the words, "My yoke is easy and my burden light."
It might not feel that way in grief, but the yoke is easier and the burden lighter,
when we can hold hands in love and support.
Now the family continues the hand holding of loving presence as they descend from the
experience of the resurrection liturgy.
Transfigure us, O Lord,
transfigure us, O Lord.
Break the chains that bind us;
speak your healing word;
where you lead we'll follow.
-- Song Refrain by Bob Hurd
What a touching story about holding hands. May you continue to inspire others in your ministry.
Wow! What a beautiful connection to the Transfiguration! Deeply touching!
Hi, Nettie--Thanks for your insightful 'take' on the transfiguration story. Such simple gestures like holding hands can hold such profound mystery. Thanks.
Thanks for this beautiful reflection! I think it's worth pondering and appreciate your taking the time to share it, Annette/Nettie.
Thanks Annette. Well done.