The Transfiguration: “ After six days Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain by themselves to be alone. He was transfigured in front of them, and his clothes became dazzling—extremely white as no launderer on earth could whiten them. Elijah appeared to them with Moses, and they were talking with Jesus. Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it’s good for us to be here. Let’s set up three shelters: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah”— because he did not know what to say, since they were terrified. A cloud appeared, overshadowing them, and a voice came from the cloud: “This is my beloved Son; listen to him!” Mark 9: 2-7
Lord, sitting with this text one morning this spring, I was struck by some very powerful words: transfigured, dazzling, extremely white, terrified, overshadowed.
Strong words in a strange and striking account. I cannot truly imagine the scene—but I’m sure I, like the disciples, would have been terrified if suddenly Jesus started glowing and two other glowing figures appeared beside Him.
Would I fall to my knees, would I run away, or would I babble nonsense like Peter?
The words that stood out to me were: Listen! And Overshadowed.
Oh, Lord, how I need to be overshadowed by You, even as Your cloud overshadowed the disciples. Your presence descended on them and You basically said, “Shut up and listen to Jesus!”
So much of my thought-life is about me, Lord. It is hard work to turn my eyes upon Jesus and truly listen to Him. Even as I try, the needy little girl in me keeps yanking on my skirt, demanding attention, trying to turn the conversation back to be about me.
I need You to come again and overshadow all the junk in my thought-life so that I pay attention to Your voice, not mine. My voice is scattered and scared and babbling nonsense that I’ve grown to believe over the years. And I know that unless I replace the voices in my head with Your voice, Lord, I will spiral down into depression. Because those voices in my head, although they’ve been repressed and I’ve learned over the years how to quieten them, are still untamed. They become that roaring lion seeking someone to devour.
I think it will be a fight until I get to the other side, Lord. In fact, You promise it will be, that I’ll be battling those voices, those enemies that are not flesh and blood, for as long as I’m on earth. But You’ve given me the way to do battle: I let You overshadow me, envelop me in Your cloud of protection, and listen to You.
Please OVERSHADOW me again today, Lord, so that I hide in the shadow of Your wings!
“Oh, God, you are my God. Earnestly I seek You. My soul thirsts for You, my body longs for you in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods. And with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed, I remember you, I think of you throughout the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you, your right hand upholds me.” Psalm 63: 1-8
ELIZABETH MUSSER writes ‘entertainment with a soul’ from her writing chalet—tool shed—outside Lyon, France. Find more about Elizabeth’s novels at www.elizabethmusser.com and on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and her blog.