Columbia Memorial Hospital faced the Catskills in the distance and stood just a half mile from the first living room I remember. The apartment possessed only two bedrooms, already too small for my father, mother, two older sisters, and newborn me. In a couple years, when my dad got a better job, we’d move. If child-bearing wasn’t what it was (and remains), I imagine my mom might have walked me home that week. But childbirth, rightly called labor, exhausts thoroughly. And with three kids all under five years of age and with a husband often working, parenthood never stopped exhausting my mother. April 10 th of 1971 brought unseasonably wintry weather, a pointed, probing wind across the river and our city of the same name. And the alley off of Worth Avenue in downtown Hudson, New York included a steep hill up. My mom didn’t walk me home. 1971, historically speaking, isn’t notorious or notable for things like military or terrorist attacks, political assassinations, or the end...
I have a friend, a dear friend in fact, someone I respect and admire. I’ll call him as I often do, G. When rarely the subject of religion comes up, G half-jokingly and half-proudly will declare himself a non-believer and anti-organized religion. He’d agree with Gandhi who’s been purported as saying, “I like Christ but I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” At the same time, G profoundly loves music, Gospel music included. This love reaches the level of the sacred to him. Music provides him meaning, comfort, and joy, as essential to him as God is to others. G and I disagree when it comes to religion and God. But when it comes to music we are in sync. There is common ground there. Music is sacred to me, essential, a source of meaning, comfort, and joy. And G and I agree on the spiritual and musical genius of John Coltrane who composed and performed the musical masterpiece called A Love Supreme. The 4th and final movement of A Love Supreme ends with...
Have you ever been to a mountaintop? Have you ever had a mountaintop experience where you reached some important peak and in the process things become clearer and lighter and brighter? Jesus’s mountaintop experience has its own Sunday. It comes just before Lent every year. Of course, I’m talking about the Transfiguration which I just shared from in Luke 9. It’s quite a moment! We might call it Jesus’s enlightenment experience. As is often the case, for Jesus, this enlightenment begins with prayer and, I’d like to think, some kind of meditation. The transfiguration happens eight days after Jesus lets his disciples know how all of this will end – with him on a cross. He will deny himself, take up a cross, and lose his life to save. He says follow me in doing that in your own way. The disciples have 8 days to mull this over. Jesus takes Peter and the brothers of thunder, James and John to the top of a mountain. Mount Tabor, scholars believe. As Jesus was praying, something s...
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