Disfigured vs. Transfigured

This story will seem disjunctive to you:

It is late in the season for chicks. We are at a friend’s farm. A very kind friend. A good listener. We are recovering from a great blow to the heart of the family

My young son finds an egg in the chicken coop. He cradles it gently in his hands and runs into the kitchen where several large goose eggs are incubating.

A month later little Biscuit is born. Hatched, if you will.

My son saved that one small feathered life from being scrambled. A small story.

I have been thinking about what it is we are and what we are becoming. None of us will stay in our eggs forever. We will break out to splendor or be cracked over a waiting pot.

Mark 9:2 (NIV)
After six days Jesus took Peter, James and John with him and led them up a high mountain, where they were all alone. There he was transfigured before them.

I am going to unspool this strange story tomorrow. But for tonight only this–are you being disfigured or transfigured by the small events of your life? Your secret fears? You abiding passions?

When Jesus is revealed in secret his splendor is unforgettable.

When you and I are exposed for our true and eternal selves, what will people see?

Splendor or the pot?

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