Transfiguration

I went to bed exhausted after our fifth Living Waters training in Poland. Like you, I am bombarded with news feeds featuring everything LGBTQ+. It helped to be surrounded by Christians seeking chastity amid a swirl of unchaste ‘liberties.’ Pride? In what? ‘My choice! My way!’ clamors for the attention of friends seeking His way.

As I lay to rest, a flood of figures flickered across my imagination. Thick make-up distorted their faces, outrageous dress draped a host of bodies. Each moved with loud and exaggerated gestures: revelry, a din of ‘diversity.’

One face in particular, a fusion of man and woman, taunted me with laughter. Like a demon in drag, this phantom disfigured humanity–it represented persons overcome by deep darkness.

As I lay there, I recalled a dream from years earlier. I walked down a long pathway flanked on both sides by prison bars. Captives reached through the iron rods seductively, mocking my journey to freedom. I endured by looking straight ahead, gaze fixed on the One before me.

I discerned something new for today. For ones who keep walking— despite the loud cries of those in captivity— a sweet and pure flow of water washes our feet. It renews us for the long road home. I welcome the wave, too. I need it now more than ever!

I felt the presence of Jesus, unmoved by the darkness. Indeed, he shifted that darkness. I recalled the faces of my friends in Poland and others throughout the world who ‘with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord who is the Spirit’ (2 Cor. 3:18).

“Light shines in the darkness, which darkness cannot overcome” (John 1:5); "Where the river flows, everything will live" (Ez. 47:9).