My niece loves forts. Blankets, cushions, walls of Duplo, even the chairs facing out around the kitchen table. She’s four and fits in small spaces. When we build forts together, it’s only my head or upper body that fits inside. I’m okay with that. We’re always starting over and trying to make the BEST FORT EVER. Inevitably, something changes and we start over.
She likes building forts. She also doesn’t want the fun to end. If the fort is ever completed, the fun might be over. Maybe that’s what Peter was thinking when he suggested building shelters for Jesus, Moses and Elijah. He knew how significant this moment was. He wanted to set up camp.
Clouds roll in, disciples tremble, and then God speaks. The clouds disappear and Jesus looks like the rabbi they have been following all along. Yet something is different. Maybe not different on the outside. It’s different inside and needs some time to be processed. Flash forward to the next day and things seem the same. The people want to be healed and fed and forgiven and? Don’t they realize things have changed?
Coming back down the mountain is never easy.
God of the mountaintop, help us to live in all our moments, so that we may see the world through your eyes. Amen. — SNN