Monday, March 5, 2012
The Transfiguring Power of Bleach
This morning was beautiful and 70 degrees, with no wind. A welcome respite from the icy weather of the past week. I even shed my long johns and winter socks for the day. Not for long, another storm is due Wednesday. As I hung my clean laundry on the line to dry, the sunlight bounced off some of the whites, causing a glare to irritate my eyes. As I was wishing I had thought to wear my sunglasses, I was reminded of yesterday's gospel reading - the Transfiguration. "His clothes became dazzling white, such as no fuller on earth could bleach them." Mark 9:3.
This made me smile, as I reflected upon Our Lord, conversing with Moses and Elijah, with Peter, James and John speechless at His Divine Glory revealed. If only it were so easy today, to climb the mountain and see Jesus revealed in all His glory. Yet, there is a way. Jesus, on the altar at Mass, by transfiguring the bread into His Body, comes to me at Holy Communion, that I may bask in His loveliness. All through the day, His glory manifests itself - in the startling blue of the Arizona sky, the hilarious antics of the new baby goats, the stunning night sky, sometimes so crowded with stars that I can barely make out the constellations.
I may frequently become discouraged. My soul may frequently become soiled, but with the "laundering" of confession and receipt of the Holy Eucharist, once again, the garment of my soul can become dazzling white and I may just need my sunglasses...