Last Wednesday morning I headed downstairs at about 5:30, got my cup of coffee (a delicious half-caf blend that I add organic sugar, a little cream (okay, more than a little), and a dash of cinnamon and ginger), turned the twinkle lights on the tree, and opened up to where I'd left off a few days ago in Matthew.
Later, when Husband came downstairs, I couldn't wait to tell him what I'd read.
"Guess what the first sentence in the passage was about this morning?"
Yup. Glory. That word I have never really considered much, but am hearing loud and clear now. It was just one of those "wow" moments, you know? The very day before, on a whim, I'd opened to a Psalm instead of the normal routine, and pondered glory. So to head back to Matthew and get more on it?
Peter, John, and James headed up a mountain with Jesus and got to experience Glory. Jesus was suddenly transformed - His face, his clothing, filled with light, shining brightly (way better than any Twilight vampire's sparkling). And He was talking with Moses and Elijah.
At this point, I bet Peter, John, and James are in awe and probably a little freaked out, but they're still with it enough to think, "hey, we should build a memorial to remember this!" But then they get to see more Glory.
God shows up. They're enveloped in a cloud of light and they HEAR God's voice claiming Jesus as His Son, in whom He delights. All rational thought goes out the window here, and they fall on their faces. I mean, who wouldn't? I probably would have had an "accident," if you know what I mean.
These guys didn't just talk about Glory. They got to see Jesus. To really see Him. (Like in Avatar, SEE Him.) And they got to experience God.
This Glory thing is real, and it's a big deal.
Well, I decided to keep reading, thinking that whatever came next would be good, but probably not as jaw-dropping as reading more about Glory.
Jesus' disciples had tried to cast out a demon, and failed. "Why couldn't we do it?" they asked.
"Because you're not really getting it yet," Jesus replied. "You still don't really know God. If you really knew Him, a tiny bit of faith would move mountains." (my paraphrase, obviously. It's how God spoke to my heart.)
Again, with the connections. They, like me, needed to know, to see, God. To be in a real relationship with Him.
I'm praying for belief, for faith, at a level deeper and more meaningful than I've ever had before. And God's making the message loud and clear.
The key is this relationship. The more I invest, the more I'll get it. The more I'll know Him. The more I'll believe and have faith and understand Glory and be able to serve and love and obey. Like a marriage that has lasted a lifetime and grown stronger and deeper and reached new levels of love, I'll learn to know and love Him.
The true meaning of this whole season. Of Christmas.