“Mount Transfiguration vs. Avatar”

Luke 9:28-36

First Presbyterian Church

Reverend Donald E. Ray

February 14, 2010

Transfiguration of the Lord

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I begin with the disclaimer; that other than a few preview clips and a trailer I looked up on line, I have not seen the movie, Avatar.  I have heard that it has a good story line; one reviewer sketched numerous similarities to Dances with Wolves which we own and have chosen to watch repeatedly.  But ducking huge birds so realistic that they appear to fly through the theater directly at one’s head doesn’t particularly appeal to me.  Then, I am puzzled that the predominant idea of interaction with creatures from another planet or universe has to be hostile and violent.  I loved ET, recall crying through several parts of it.  This creature with the evidently superior intelligence to create an intergalactic transmitter out of a simple record player; the power to fly on the handlebars of a boys bike poses no threat; he – she - it, befriends a young boy and finally, just wants to go home.  That is my idea of a space adventure movie.

The Gospels share the story of Jesus having gone up a mountain with three of his disciples, there his robes became dazzling bright and he was joined by Moses and Elijah from the dead.  Biblical movies use special effects to create a glowing aura and spirit Moses and the prophet into the picture.  Those who have seen Avatar or even a clip showing a little of the computer generated technology that created the characters and scenes, will not be impressed by three radiant men on a mountain.  Not even a nomination for an Oscar there.  Laundry detergent commercials do as much.  So in the supernatural, miraculous stories from Scripture sometimes offered as evidence of the divinity of Jesus, it’s not special effects that convey the story.

Luke brings together two images in his Mount of transfiguration story.  In Exodus it is reported, Moses’ face glowed when he came down from his meeting with God on Sinai bearing the Law on tablets of stone. (Exodus 34:29)  In the dramatic account of Elijah’s sojourn on Mount Horeb , God was not in the wind or the earthquake or the fire.  “After the fire, a still small voice.  And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.” (I Kings 19:13)  So on the Mount of transfiguration, it was not in the dazzling brightness that God’s presence is identified.  It is from the cloud that a voice is heard.

In response to the dazzling radiance of Jesus and the appearance of Moses and Elijah, Peter wanted to build a camp and preserve the moment.  But then a cloud enshrouded Jesus and the disciples.  The disciples were terrified.  “From the cloud came a voice, writes Luke.  “This is my Son, my Chosen ; listen to him!” (Luke 9:35)

Psalm 46 gives us two commands; the first, “Come, behold the works of the Lord.” (Psalm 46:8)  The second, “Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)  Overlay the Psalm on Mount Transfiguration and one might identify Jesus’ dazzling glow as “the works of the Lord.”  Paradoxically, in the metaphor of Mount Transfiguration , it is in the cloud where we cannot see that we behold the works of the Lord.  It is not when we are building cabins to institutionalize what we believe, but when all we count on is obliterated that we are still to know God.

In his ‘Tween Sundays email a week ago, Tom shared this poem from the seventeenth century mystic and poet, Angelus Silesius:

                   God, whose love and joy

                                                                      Are present everywhere

                    Can’t come to visit you

                                                                       Unless you aren’t there.

Roger Housden’s commented, “what has to disappear for us to know that love and joy are everywhere is not just the concept but the sensation of being a separate entity of consciousness.”

Mount Transfiguration isn’t about the special effects of dazzling brightness.  Nor, as important as that be, it is not first about the return to the valley where the young boy is healed as the story in Luke continues.  Transfiguration is about what happens on the Mount.  Transfiguration is about, though being enveloped in the terrifying blinding of a cloud from which a “voice of God” says “this is my Son, my Chosen , listen to him.”  It is about the lines we draw to identify our selves being obliterated freeing us to live in love and God, love in us.

I read a synopsis of the plot of Avatar—didn’t have to duck giant birds.  Jake, part of a mission to Pandora to raid deposits of valuable Unobtanium infiltrates the native Navi to help his expedition gain access to the treasure.  Instead, he becomes a convert to the Navi way of life and joins them in warding off the raiding party.  I can see the similarities to Dances with Wolves where Lt. John Dunbar befriends the wolves and Indians, siding with them in opposition to the military massacre of native Americans to claim the new world treasures.

I took a lashing Thursday evening at Choir rehearsal for my hymn selection this week.  I suspect some in the congregation this morning agree that I deserved it.  I considered changing the first hymn before the bulletin was printed Friday morning but didn’t.  I considered changing it this morning even though it is already listed in the bulletin, but I didn’t.  I didn’t because I realized the hymn is a graphic image of Mount Transfiguration .  Out of the distressing cloud of a tune that is unfamiliar, not predictable, somewhat difficult to sing comes a voice in the poetry of Thomas Troeger:

 

God folds the mountains out of rock and fuses

elemental powers

In ores and atoms we unlock to claim as if their

wealth were ours.

From veins of stone we lift up fire, and too impressed by our own skill

We use the flame that we acquire, not thinking of the

Maker’s will.

 

 

Our instruments can probe and sound

the folded mountain’s potent core,

But wisdom’s ways are never found among the

lodes of buried ore.

Yet wisdom is the greatest need, and wisdom is the

greatest source,

For lacking wisdom we proceed to waste God’s other gifts

on force.

 

Lord, grant us what we cannot mine, what science cannot plumb or chart;

Your wisdom and your truth divine enfolded in a faithful heart.

Then we like mountains richly veined will be a source of

light and flame

Whose energies have been ordained to glorify the

 Maker’s name.  (1)

 

We who share responsibility for crafting the frame for worship, work intently to shape a unified flow.  Our goal is that we all may climb the mountain together.  The resulting beauty, warmth and inspiration can create a dazzling radiance.  But a dazzling glow is not always our experience.  Because we have come with a weight upon us; because something strikes the note of discord in our life; because we sense a cloud descending upon us; it’s terrifying to lose our vision, to feel cut off, isolated.  But gratefully we are not alone in crafting the frame of worship, not alone in worship; even enshrouded in cloud, especially when all is obliterated we hear a voice, we sense the love, we can trust the Spirit that leads us.

The “mountain top experience,” indeed all of worship, prayer, meditation ought be transfiguration - not just creating glow, awe and wonder, heart and soul stirring, but transformation at the core of our being.  At the Session retreat, I was part of a small group collating responses to the interviews by elders with persons from the congregation.  I was struck by a number of responses that indicate that their experience in this community of faith has led to differences in their daily lives; greater respect for persons, for creation impacts the way they do business and relate to others.

The Gospels tell us the voice said of Jesus, “This is my Son, my chosen, listen to him.”  Centuries of romanticizing a dazzling bright Jesus have tended to distance us from the God the Christ in Jesus intended to bring near.  That voice to which we are invited to listen, the voice that comes often when we are enshrouded in a cloud, carries a message of love, forgiving, and hope.  It is the message that helps us be the healing force when we return to where it is we live.

Then we like mountains richly veined will be a source of

Light and flame

Whose energies have been ordained to glorify

The Maker’s name.

 

I wish my sons lived closer but since they live a long day’s drive away, I am glad one lives in the Adirondacks and the other near the Blue Ridge in Virginia .  The mountains are majestic in the spring and summer, radiant with color in the autumn, dazzling in the snow cover of winter.  There are times when we travel that the peaks are shrouded in cloud; sometimes wispy clouds floating among the peaks, sometimes grey and heavy so the mountains cannot be seen at all.  But the mountains are still there.  On Mount Transfiguration , even in the terrifying clouds, we are on the mountain - we are assured that we live in love, from which nothing can separate us.

Maybe I’ll brave the diving giant birds and go see Avatar to be wowed by the computer generated special effects.  But I know for a sure winner, I’ll keep going to the mountain, even when its hidden in a cloud-- especially then.

Amen.

(1)              God Folds the Mountains Out of Rock;  No. 287 The Presbyterian Hymnal

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