Growing up in Portland, Or I lived across from a rather large, beautiful, and hilly park that I had spent hundreds of hours of my childhood in. It’s name was Mt. Tabor and I had no idea the name had any significance. So on this Feast of the Transfiguration I am once again reminded that ignorance is not bliss. I can now laugh at all the literary illusions from scripture that passed me by.
Now though when it comes to having faith I can remark with Peter “It is good to be here.”
