Posted on Fri, Mar 25, 2011
March 25, 2011 Therese McCarty
15th Day of Lent Mark 9:2-9
I am sitting in Union College's Memorial Chapel, waiting for the Heavenly Gospel Choir Concert to begin. I came partly to listen to the gospel music and partly to look at the windows. To my eyes, the Memorial Chapel windows are, hands down, the most beautiful feature of Unions beautiful campus. Some panes are clear and some are lightly colored, arranged in no discernible pattern. The panes distort the images one sees through them, as old wavy glass does. The trees, paths, and buildings one sees through them are transformed into fimiliar yet magical visions that change with the light and seasons as the outside background colors after the apparent color of the window glass.
I look afresh at what I see through the window: purple snow, golden sky,a tree trunk with a chunk removed by a wave in the glass. The windows seem like an echo of the transfiguration, not so dazzling or terrifying, but still a vision of how that which we see everyday can appear suddenly different, enchanting, mysterious, and uplifting
Jesus, help us to see You in new ways.
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