Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling bright, such as no one on earth could brighten them. And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus. Then Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us set up three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He did not know what to say, for they were terrified. Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!” Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them any more, but only Jesus. ~ Mark 9:2-8
To transfigure is to change appearance completely, generally into a more beautiful or spiritual state (if going by the Oxford Dictionary). (it also is a class you can take at Hogwarts!)
The word in Greek for transfigured is "metamorphoō" (as in metamorphosis).
In the Gospel of Mark, Jesus disciples almost never seem to quite grasp who he is. But then Peter, James, and John are confronted by Jesus in all his glory. The kind of glory they'd expect from a Messiah. Jesus is completely changed in his appearance and they begin to grasp who he is.
But after the change - the drama, the glory, the brightness - it is still Jesus that is there. It is still the One whom they knew and walked with and listened to.
The bright and wild and wonderful vision they saw was there all along, they just didn't have the eyes to see it yet.
Yesterday I wondered about whether we miss seeing God in the ordinary.
Today I wonder if we miss seeing the awesome and the extraordinary because we are focused so much on the ordinary day to day.
Because the truth is God is in both the ordinary and the extraordinary.
The God of the extraordinary is right there in the midst of the ordinary.
Together. United. Always.
Holy One, help me to see your extraordinariness in all the places you show up. Amen