Listen, "It's all one," he says. And it's all actively His:
The mighty one, God the LORD, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting.
Out of your promised home, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.
Our God comes and does not keep silence,
before him is a devouring fire, a mighty tempest all around him.
The ultimate judge, he calls to the heavens above and to the earth, convening with his people,
"Gather to me my faithful ones, who made a covenant with me by sacrifice!"
Hear the heavens declare his weighty justice, think about this, God is judge himself.
We journey now with Peter, James, and John following this amazing man who is undeniably different and will always be remembered as great (like the handful of truly exceptional people who shine through history). But when we reach the solitary air of this mountain top, Jesus is "transfigured..."
Suddenly, this same Jesus we were eating fish with a second ago is casually having profound convo. with historical figures we've only read about, people in a heavenly realm... the light that emanates from the center of this scene is like nothing else on earth, yet it penetrates our existence through Jesus. In him we see past, present, and future glory all at once, in this moment! The completeness of life that is always so "veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing."
We still want to see the world as flat, material is all that matters, heaven is an ideal, faith and reason contenders in a dual. But the common obscurity habituated in the flat way we see this moment is pulled back like a curtain by the heart-jumping wonder revealed in Jesus. This very minute split with "chariots of fire," your next step ruts the treads.
There is never a real-i-zation without activity attached. Loving sacrifice involves the God who made all things, who gave himself to redeem all things, and who invades your life to make you a co-creator, co-servant, co-inheriter of that beatific love.
How do we move forward in this? Who will rescue us from blindly walking over the edge of a flat world? “Now where is the God of Elijah? Where is he?”
"Keep silent... This is my Son, marked by my love; listen to him..."
The King of Love brings ALL things, this one broken existence, to himself -constant communion- follow, wait, and listen for the world-remaking sound of His radiant cavalry.