Transfiguration

I was digging through my personal archives and found these words I wrote in 1996. They are as TRUE today as they were then.

I came – unwilling
An anguished victim of the demon, “Fear”.
I feared the loneliness,
the haunting memories,
my pain,
my shame,
Yet found Him there —
And loneliness transfigured becomes solitude.
And I no longer fear
the dark night of the soul,
For I will find Him there.

I came — unwilling
An anguished victim of the demon, “Fear”.
I feared the healing:
“For far too long I’ve lived with my infirmity,
It’s easier to limp than be made whole.”
Yet found Him there —
And infirmity transfigured becomes ministry.
For I would be a healer
in this wounded, broken world.
And He is there.

I came — unwilling
An anguished victim of the demon, “Fear”.
I feared, there would be no more hiding:
From God,
From self,
From friends.
He found me there,
and showed me love,
my self,
my sin.
His love transfigures and redeems me
No longer must I hide from those I love.
For He is here.

I go — unwilling:
For I would build three booths and tarry there
On this the mount of my transfiguration.
I hear you, Lord,
and I obey.
To the valley I return,
For there are others there
Who know not that their demons
Are undone,
And dissipate like shadows
In but one sweet, blessed encounter with the Son
For He is there.
For He is there.

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