Transformative moments rock
Sunday, May 12, 2019
He walked onto the stage and I soon realized that I knew him. At first, I saw only the hard-working man, carrying the weight of the world, a mediator in a troubled society. If not awkward, there was an unease about him. A small stage, initially, a small crowd, and I guessed a wonder what he and his partner would do with this night. Little did any of us know what would happen.
In Matthew 17, we learn that Jesus went up to the mountaintop with James, Peter and John. Bordering on the mundane for the disciples, it would prove to be a transforming moment. Jesus face became lit like the sun, his clothes shimmering and bright, Moses and Elijah appeared, and God said, “This is my son with whom I am well-pleased.” The transfiguration of a man to a savior in front of a privileged few. Case closed, a new life story for humanity.
A transfiguration belongs to the one who is a savior. But a transforming moment, however rare, can happen to any of us, or we can be privileged to see that moment in another. Who knows when or where or how? We don’t know, so we need to show up.
Curtis picked up his guitar, shed everything that was limiting about himself and he rocked. He played and sang with an abandonment that was transforming to him and to us. In his joy, he made himself new and as bright and bold as the stars shining in the night sky.
All of us can be threadbare in the ordinariness of our lives. We can sit, be still and stew. Or we can create an unspoken energy in our own life or in the lives of others. It happened just last night. It was transforming, and we rocked.
Alison Lord Stuart