Making a tent for Moses

The disciples.  Great at falling asleep at the wrong time.  In the Garden - fall asleep.  On the mountain - fall asleep.

So there's Peter, James and John half asleep and their Lord shining like the sun.  Well, you're going to wake up aren't you.  Then Moses the Law-giver and Elijah the Prophet appear.  And talk to the One who fulfils them both.  Wonder what they made of it- Moses and Elijah?  Bit of a shock when you're 1,000 years dead - suddenly you're back on top of a mountain again?  Or maybe they just knew why they were there - minds going back through the centuries to another meeting, another mountain, the same Lord.

Nothing like that ever lasts.  The Glory shines - the Divine is near - and then the mists roll away, and you're all just stood there.  Like just after the big party ends - the same old place, but the shine and the music and the glitter are gone. And it's your family, your mates, the same old faces.

But you're left with a glimpse of something Beyond.  And a hint of Glory.  And something to keep with you - for when the Cross looms on the horizon.

It's nice to be up on the mountain.  The air's clear.  The wind blows.  The noise of the city is far below you.  But you've still got to go back.  You've still got to hold your course.

How far Jerusalem?  A million miles from that mountain top, that moment held in eternity.

Or just down the hill and follow your destiny.