So this weekend MOM took me to the bird refuge to explore and romp. I ran, and sniffed, jumped and climbed. Then it was like I had a dream or something, cuz I felt that my buddy Bert was with me. It seemed so real that he was there. I have pictures:
I can't believe he is really here. MOM do you see him too?
Bert where did ya go? Are you in here?
I should have known. You're in the water
Me and my best buddy Bert
In a strange way it reminded me of the time when Jesus took his friends up a mountain (Mark 9:2-9) and right before them Jesus transfigured. And like me when I saw Bert, the disciples were scared and didn't know what to say.
Transfiguration Sunday is a celebration of the light of Christ that we need to focus appropriately and intentionally.
See I think Jesus brought his disciples to the mountaintop to witness the Transfiguration so that they too might be able to reflect that “dazzling” light out to this world.
There are times when God suddenly breaks into our lives, like Bert did to me. The confused disciples were given a preview of what was to come. They were given a glimpse of what the future held.
Maybe that was what Bert was doing, showing me what the future, when he returned from his MM duties, would be like. At that very special moment the disciples saw an amazing sight, a combination of heaven and earth, time and all eternity. All Peter could say was, "Rabbi, it is good for us to be here!"
What a difference that made to the three disciples who witnessed the event and what a difference that can make for us. God breaks into our lives sometimes. When it happens, our perspective on life is changed. Such occurrences prepare us for life in the valley. Such experiences tell us that whatever the situation, we are not alone.
And in a way that's what Bert taught me. Because he broke into my life I am never alone and I can face the low days because he is near.