The Feast of the Transfiguration is a time in the Church calendar when we commemorate the Transfiguration of our Lord. But it is also a time to remember our own transfiguration, our own changes.
Allow me to share a story with you (names have been changed)
A man, we’ll call him John Jones, attended a worship service where a man prayed aloud for a friend. “Dear lord,” he said, “you know Charlie Smith. He lives in that red-roofed shack down the road by the bend in in the river. He’s leaving his wife and children. Please do something to bring the family together.”
The man prayed again, repeating the location: “the red-roofed shack down the road by the bend in the river.” Annoyed John wanted to say, “Enough already. Do you think God’s asking ‘What’s that address again?’”
Anyway, after the prayer service, John was driving home when at the crossroads of the main road he noticed a hitchhiker. He decided to give him a lift. “My names John,” Jones said. “What’s yours?” “Charlie Smith,” the hitchhiker said. Jones was dumbfounded. it was the young man for whom the prayer had been offered.
Jones, made a U-turn. “Hey, where are you taking me?!” asked the hitchhiker. “Home,” Johns said.
Charlie Smith stared in amazement as John drove right to the young man’s red-roofed shack.
That afternoon Charlie and his young wife gave themselves to each other and to God.
Love in my Master’s Name;
Fr Des Smit