This Sunday, we celebrate the Feast of the Transfiguration, which is the “namesake” feast for our Church. The interior stone lintel over the main church doors, has always been one of my most favorite carvings because of the language expressed in the bodies and on the faces of the three disciples. The three have been cast to the stony ground by the sheer magnitude of seeing Jesus in his transfigured state. What must it have been like? Peter appears caught between his spontaneous offer to make three booths and hearing the booming authority of the Father’s voice. James’ visage portrays overwhelming terror, and John is pictured in a moment of reverence and love. Jesus strictly charged them to tell no one about this event until after his resurrection. I found myself wondering if that was difficult for them. Did their experience come back to mind during difficult times? Did it sustain them through the crucifixion? I believe that Jesus intervenes in our lives with small transfiguration moments – tailor-made for each one of us. We are humbled by a new knowledge of who God is, and who we are – small, afraid, full of awe in the face of such a majesty.