Reflecting on Luke 9: 28b-36
I wonder what they thought when Jesus led them up Mount Tabor to pray.
“Seriously, Rabbi?” James and John might have thundered, “Can’t we just pray down here?”
“Listen, Master,” Peter may have cajoled, “we’ve got a long road ahead. If you insist on going down to Jerusalem, which as you know I do not advise, we can pray our tefillah down here and rest.”
They couldn’t have been surprised when Jesus kept walking. After all, didn’t Moses climb the mountain of Sinai twice? And speaking of Mt. Sinai, wasn’t it there that Elijah heard God speak in the tiny breeze?
So of course they went up the mountain. Jesus was climbing, and, having been invited into that intimacy, they could never have stayed away.
I climbed that mountain once myself. It remains the most terrifying experience of my life. Trapped in the mud and the cold, with an arthritic hip and a heart Much Afraid, I would never have made it to the high places without my husband and several friends.
Was it worth it? Ask Peter, James, and John. Because of their willingness to climb with Jesus, they saw him transfigured, his divinity fully revealed, and they heard the Father speak. And yes, Moses and Elijah appeared too, comforting Jesus about what was to take place in Jerusalem. Oh yeah. It was worth it.
It was worth it for me too. Everyone should have such a memory, of loved ones pulling her out of the depths, and Habakkuk 3:19 being fulfilled in her life: “The Lord God is my strength, and will give me hinds’ feet, and will make me to walk upon the high places.”
Have you read the classic Christian allegory, “Hinds’ Feet in High Places”? It will give you strength.
Kathy McGovern ©2016
In loving memory of wonderful Ted Schwarz, who, having arrived at Tabor and not finding me there, came back to get me.