I noticed for the first time, just this morning looking at the readings, that the Transfiguration was something of a warm-up for Gethsemane:
Peter and his companions had been overcome by sleep, but becoming fully awake, they saw his glory and the two men standing with him.
(From Luke 9, via the USCCB daily readings.)
Fittingly, when I made that observation I was laying in bed with the iBreviary resting on the mattress next to my face, just barely awake enough to pray. I might be saint-material yet. I’ve got the “before” thing going on, anyway.
Photo via Wikimedia, CC 2.0. This week finds me in greater metro Portland, OR for my niece’s wedding. We went to the coast, where there were no seals, but I have been doing my best baby-seal imitation in my sister’s backyard since I got back. Little icons of the apostles, that’s what we baby seals are.
