Last week Nate and I toured a college. We were led down a wide hallway that opened into an atrium. In that space students milled and gathered and turned down other hallways or outdoors to the sidewalk. The Sunday of the Transfiguration, in Jesus life story, and in the liturgical year, is like an atrium. So much comes together, so many Old Testament themes, new adventures, healings, teachings, dramas, etc., that it becomes a blur of light. It’s almost as if the light is too much for us, so we turn to the quieter, reflective Lent to get our human bearings again.

I believe the snow will have cleared out by Sunday morning and we’ll gather in the light of sunshine on new snow. It will be a perfect setting for celebrating the Transfiguration.