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The Transfiguration of the Lord by Jennifer Hubbard

They walked beside him as he healed the sick and fed the multitudes. Jesus was their Rabbi, Messiah, Christ, and faithful companion. This time he climbed the mountain beside the three to provide a glimpse of the glory to come. When then the sheer magnitude, might, and brilliance of the One with whom they journeyed was revealed, they fell to their faces, afraid.

I, too, bask in the comfort and familiarity, and yet at the same time have an overwhelming fear of my Lord. I bow my head low and allow the morning’s emerging rays to envelop and warm me. I whisper gratitude as the earth produces its first fruits, and am left in awe as my brave one’s eyes speak to mine without words. I know, in these moments and more, it is God’s gentle grace that produces gifts which soothe my soul, send bountiful harvests, entrust children into my womb.

And still, with all he has given, he sends his only Son. He sends his Beloved, the human example of whom I am to follow and the glory of which I am called, to be broken, beaten, and hung on a cross for my sins. Who am I that he would offer a sacrifice as great as to give his life for mine? The greatness of the love with which I am loved seeps into my soul and overwhelms me.

And as he did for his disciples, he does for me: he calls gently to my soul and draws my face to his. In this quiet moment I encounter the familiar comforts of my Savior, and am reminded that it is with him that I continue to walk.

 

 Jennifer Hubbard resides in Newtown, Conn. The younger of her two children, Catherine Violet, was a victim of the Sandy Hook

Elementary School shooting in 2012.