Transfiguration Sunday -“The Bright Field”

I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it.

But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had the treasure in it.

I realize now that I must give up all that I have to possess it.

Life is not hurrying on to a receding future, nor hankering after an imagined past.

It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness that seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

R. S. Thomas (1913 – 2000)

My sermon for Transfiguration Sunday can be found here.

Beyond Imagining

Rembrandt - The Dream of St. Joseph

Mary, Mary, the things that you have said to me,
Strain my reasoned faith beyond imagining.

Alone and in a jealous rage, my heart is torn like a broken page,
from an ancient scroll that’s tossed aside in some forgotten place.

When my desperation ceased, angelic dreams of peace
Revealed that God had chosen you.
No man will ever comprehend the glory that attends you
O Mary, I believe it’s true.

The Lord God will give a sign, a maiden will be found with child,
From a virgin’s womb he shall come, Immanuel.
So the prophets spoke of old, the promises that we still hold,
Are found in the stillness of a night grown cold in Bethlehem.

O, the joy that he will bring,
The long awaited king has come to set his people free.
When I was lost and my mind was so uncertain,
You came to me, calmed the storm, letting love begin.

Mary, Mary, a humble man I will be,
And care for you faithfully, ’till the day I die.
A carpenter is all I am. It’s a modest trade for a common man,
With an uncommon destiny given to my hand.

When my desperation ceased, angelic dreams of peace
Revealed that God had chosen you.
No man will ever comprehend the glory that attends you
O Mary, I believe it’s true.

Mary, Mary, the things that you have said to me
Strain my reasoned faith beyond imagining.

–Rick Lord, © Morning Song Music, 1984