Notes on Mark: On the Mountaintop

The Franciscan Church of the Transfiguration on Mount Tabor

MARK 9:2-8

I am going to take several posts to quote William Barclay* on the transformation as I like how he explains both some of the details of this important event. Here we will look at when it happened and just which mountaintop they were on.

Mark says that this happened six days after the incidents near Caesarea Philippi. Luke says that it happened eight days afterwards. There is no discrepancy here. They both mean what we might express by saying, "About a week afterwards." Both the Eastern and Western Churches hold their remembrance of the transfiguration on 6th August...

Tradition says that the transfiguration took place on the top of Mount Tabor. The Eastern Church actually calls the Festival of the Transfiguration the Taborion. It may be that the choice is based on the mention of Mount Tabor in Psalm 89:12, but it is unfortunate. Tabor is in the south of Galilee and Caesarea Philippi is away to the north. Tabor is no more than 1,000 feet high, and, in the time of Jesus, there was a fortress on the top. It is much more likely that this event too place amidst the eternal snows of Mount Hermon which is 9,200 feet high and much nearer Caesarea Philippi and where the solitude would be much more complete.

The Gospel of Mark
(The Daily Bible Series, rev. ed.)

* (Do keep in mind that I like Barclay's insight into language and bygone customs, but his theology can be a bit wacky. That's not to say that I often don't find him inspiring. He can be. But just know that he should be read with caution.)

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Sources and Notes Index   

El Gato Negro

Sometimes foreign movie posters capture the essence of the thing so much better than the American ones. That cat looks like a panther, ready to strike!

Kohada Koheiji

Kohada Koheiji, Hokusai
from the series Hyaku Monogatari [One Hundred Ghost Stories] (ca. 1830)
via J.R.'s Art Place

Based on a real event, the cuckold and murder victim Kohada Koheiji returns from the dead to torment his cheating wife and lover. Here he grins over the top of the mosquito netting that surrounds the bed of his killers.

See more at Public Domain Review.

Halloween Lagniappe: H.P. Lovecraft

Through all this horror my cat stalked unperturbed. Once I saw him monstrously perched atop a mountain of bones, and wondered at the secrets that might lie behind his yellow eyes.

H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats in the Walls

Another of my favorite horror authors chimes in for Halloween from one of my favorite of his stories. A lesser tale, but still a good 'un.

Carving the Pumpkin

Carving the Pumpkin by Franck Antoine Bail, 1910
via J.R.'s Art Place

Happy Catholic - Flinching Before God

The publisher surrendered the copyright for my first book to me a few years ago. As I format it for self-publishing, I thought you guys might like seeing the pages now and then so am going to include some every week. 

Here's part 2.

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Flinching Before God

We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.

C. S. Lewis

Mother Teresa serving the poor in Calcutta. Pope John Paul II, twisted with pain, unable to speak in his illness and old age. God saying, “This is how I treat my friends, Teresa,” after St. Teresa of Avila was dumped into a large mud puddle. We are in full sympathy when she answers, “No wonder you have so few of them, Lord!” It isn’t just the world that is wary of what it means to really serve God. We, too, tend to lean back a little when we feel that God might be calling us forward for a special task.

Lately, however, I begin to feel that we have it all wrong. Those times that I have truly been closest to God, I have had no problem tackling things that normally would cause me grave apprehension. It is not a matter of what God “inflicts” so much as how aligned we are with Him, how much we are willing to give.

God knows us better than we know ourselves. He created us to be who we are and achieve perfectly the place we inhabit in life. So why would we not thrill to our task, find it fascinating and enthralling, be pulled back to it time and again? Yes, it may take us beyond what we plan or think we can do, push us out of the comfortable places where we live. Merely being willing to step into that potential discomfort is part of the growth we need to see God’s plan falling into place bit by slow bit.

Such are God’s ways and such is our own reluctant recognition of our own short-sightedness that makes us read C.S. Lewis and wryly laugh in acknowledgment. And then, hopefully, press on past the doubt.

Halloween's Coming: Horror, Monster, and Monstrance

We're going to count down to Halloween with some of my favorite spooky quotes and images. But let's put it in perspective first ... Catholic perspective that is!

By Toby Ord

Most people don't think of horror as a genre of literature or film that is particularly agreeable to Christian sensibilities. However, two of the great practitioners of horror on both page and screen consider their work to be an extension of the gospel. Stephen King, author of many a scary tale, says that he considers himself the spiritual heir of the great Puritan preacher, Jonathan Edwards (who preached the famous sermon "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God"). William Peter Blatty, who penned "The Exorcist" wrote the story precisely in order to show both the depths of demonic evil and to remind the world of the reality of Christ-like self-sacrifice.

By Broederhugo

It is the depth of the darkness of the Enemy that paradoxically highlights the brilliance of the light of Heaven. Indeed, the word "monster" comes from the same root as the word "demonstrate" and "monstrance." A "monster" demonstrates what we can and will be apart from Christ. A monstrance shows forth the saving eucharistic, and self-sacrificial power of him who underwent the worst horror the world has ever known to save us from the terrors of Hell. He has prepared a eucharistic table for us in the presence of Satan himself--and deprived him of his prey.

This Halloween, be not afraid.

Catholic Exchange, Word of Encouragement, Oct. 31, 2005

The Witches' Ride

The Witches' Ride by William Holbrook Beard, 1870.
Via J.R.'s Art Place

Memorial: St. Theresa of Avila

Saint Theresa of Avila
Saint, Mystic, Doctor of the Church
Memorial

Saint Teresa of Ávila by Peter Paul Rubens

St. Theresa of Avila is probably the second saint who ever "caught" my attention. She did so by force of her remarkable personality which comes to us down through the ages as vital and sparkling. She was a profound contemplative, a zealous reformer of religious life, and the first female doctor of the Church. Those things make us expect a person so far above us in prayer, thought, and accomplishments that we can never hope to understand her. Indeed, she is far above me in all those things. However, it is impossible not to love and relate to someone with this amount of sass:

Those watching from the river bank saw the carriage she was in swaying on the brink of the torrent. She jumped out awkwardly, up to her knees in water, and hurt herself in the process. Wryly, she complained. "so much to put up with and you send me this!" Jesus replied, "Teresa, that's how I treat my friends." She was not lost for an answer: "Small wonder you have so few!"

That's so very human and Theresa lets her humanity hang out in a very real way.

From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.

She scandalized people when they came upon her teaching the nuns in her convent to dance. When they received a donation of pheasant on a fast day, she instantly cooked them up for all to feast upon. "Let them think what they like, she said. "There is a time for penance, and there is a time for pheasant."

When I have trouble praying I remember that St. Theresa too said that she often needed to have a book to help her pray (obviously a soul sistah!). She was often distracted and couldn't calm her thoughts.

This intellect is so wild that it doesn't seem to be anything else than a frantic madman no one can tie down.

Heaven only knows that I have had more times like that than I care to admit. When I have trouble sticking with prayer at all, Theresa's open and honest avowal helps me hang in there just a little longer.

For many years I kept wishing the time would be over. I had more in mind the clock striking twelve than other good things. Often I would have preferred some serious penance to becoming recollected in prayer.

These things are those which give me hope that I could come near to loving God and serving Him the way that she did. Here is a little more information about her.

Last, but not least, here are a few of my favorite inspirational quotes (since I have already favored you with the more humorous above).

How is it, Lord, that we are cowards in everything save in opposing Thee?

Give me wealth or poverty, give me comfort or discomfort, give me joy or sorrow...What do you want to make of me?

As to the aridity you are suffering from, it seems to me our Lord is treating you like someone He considers strong: He wants to test you and see if you love Him as much at times of aridity as when He sends you consolations. I think this is a very great favor for God to show you.

Christ has no body on earth but yours, no hands but yours, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes through which Christ's compassion for the world is to look out; yours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good; and yours are the hands with which He is to bless us now.

It is only mercenaries who expect to be paid by the day.

Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life, which is short and has to be lived by you alone; and there is only one glory, which is eternal. If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.

All Decorated

Decorated House, Weatherby, Pennsylvania

Is there such a thing as being too decorated for Halloween? The answer is no, definitely not.

Snap-Apple Night

Snap-Apple Night, painted by Daniel Maclise in 1833,
shows people feasting and playing divination games on Halloween in Ireland.

Pope St. Callistus, Martyr

St. Callistus

Imagine that your biography was written by an enemy of yours. And that its information was all anyone would have not only for the rest of your life but for centuries to come. You would never be able to refute it -- and even if you could no one would believe you because your accuser was a saint.

That is the problem we face with Pope Callistus I who died about 222. The only story of his life we have is from someone who hated him and what he stood for, an author identified as Saint Hippolytus, a rival candidate for the chair of Peter. What had made Hippolytus so angry? Hippolytus was very strict and rigid in his adherence to rules and regulations. The early Church had been very rough on those who committed sins of adultery, murder, and fornication. Hippolytus was enraged by the mercy that Callistus showed to these repentant sinners, allowing them back into communion of the Church after they had performed public penance. Callistus' mercy was also matched by his desire for equality among Church members, manifested by his acceptance of marriages between free people and slaves. Hippolytus saw all of this as a degradation of the Church, a submission to lust and licentiousness that reflected not mercy and holiness in Callistus but perversion and fraud. ...

As sad as it is to realize that the only story we have of his life is by an enemy, it is glorious to see in it the fact that the Church is large enough not only to embrace sinners and saints, but to proclaim two people saints who hold such wildly opposing views and to elect a slave and an alleged ex-convict to guide the whole Church. There's hope for all of us then!

Catholic Online

Today we celebrate St. Callistus, a saint who was merciful. For this he was castigated by someone who also became a saint. And his history is written by those who hated him.

It strikes me that he is particularly suited to lend us his aid and wisdom in these days of finger pointing, castigation, and general wrath.

Read all of St. Callistus' story at Catholic Online.

St. Callistus, pray for us, pray for our country.

Happy Catholic, Introduction

This is my first book and has been out of copyright for several years. Finding fewer and fewer at used bookstores when I wanted to give one to a friend, I decided to get it ready for a second edition. There won't be too many changes. I'm just doing the formatting now. I thought you guys might like seeing the pages now and then so am going to include some every week. This is the introduction.

Getting Here From There

I was sitting in my car yesterday morning praying. Living that joyous sorrow I’ve been given. “I’m sorry for it, for the hatred and contempt, the cross, the whip, the nails...” And Jesus says to me with great joy, “I’m not! I’m not sorry at all! I did it for you; you’re worth it. For I have made you so.” I do not look around and the world is made new; the world is the same as it ever was. But I am a new creation and I look around with new eyes. This is what my God has given me, this is what His church has given me...

New convert and commenter, Easter 2008,
Catholic and Enjoying It blog

Precisely.

The blinders have fallen from my eyes and I can hardly believe the depth and layers of meaning that are in evidence all around us.

Why did it take me so long to see the truth that floods through every day life? Every time I look back at where I began and where I am now, I am astounded.

My parents were what I think of as the good, old fashioned sort of atheist. Religion was silly superstition so why argue about it? We were taught to be good people and that as long as you didn’t break the law or hurt anyone, what you did was your own business.

This didn’t mean that I didn’t wonder if God existed. I just didn’t know how anyone could ever be sure that God was real. I grew up, married, and had children. The whole time I kept wondering.

Then, God used what I cared about most to get my attention.

Halfway through our oldest daughter’s kindergarten class irreconcilable differences between Hannah and her teacher required leaving public school. (Don’t ask. Just know that it wasn’t the 5-year-old’s fault.) She began attending the local Catholic school. One day the religion teacher told the children that anyone who wasn’t attending Sunday Mass needed to go home and tell their parents that they needed to attend. Hannah did not simply pass the message on. As only a kindergartner can, she dug in her heels and insisted on proper behavior. Pretty soon we were attending weekly Mass at St. Thomas.

Now I really couldn’t avoid the question of God’s existence. Most of the “proof” I ever heard seemed like simple coincidence to me. Weekly Mass gave me plenty of thinking time and finally I came up with a plan to force God’s hand.

We desperately needed a larger house but no one would even make an offer on ours. Kneeling at Mass I made God a deal. All He had to do was to get a me a new house as a sign. Then I’d know He was there. And I’d have a new house. Clever, eh?

Of course, nothing happened. Finally, after about a year had gone by, I realized that something inside me had changed. It wasn’t because of any dramatic feeling or discovery but I didn’t need that proof I had wanted. Kneeling at Mass once again, I told God that I’d just take His existence on faith. I told Him that He didn’t need to pay off. I was fine as I was.

The next day our new accountant found major tax errors that garnered a refund big enough for a new house. We found a perfect house that had been on the market for months with the price just lowered to what we could afford. Two weeks later our house was sold without ever going on the market. The buyer was was determined to have a house with exact specifications like ours, within a six block area that we were smack dab in the middle of. All the realtors said they had never seen anything like the smooth progress of the sale and our purchase.

I don’t believe in coincidence any more.

Five years later, I went through RCIA and became Catholic during the Easter Vigil of 2000. I love it. I love the traditions, I love the saints, I love the Eucharist … I love being Catholic.

One of the things that made my conversion so powerful to me in retrospect is that it was so personal. This was all just between God and me. I didn’t discuss it with my husband and I didn’t even read any books about religion. In fact, although I’d always been an avid reader, it never even occurred to me that they had books about religion.

After my confirmation, though, I was given a Catholic book and that began a reading frenzy. I began seeing a pattern of truth and beauty that I never knew existed. Soon, everywhere I looked, I recognized the pattern. Books I read, movies I watched, songs I heard were reflecting bits of the Truth that was God. I realized that this reality had been there all along. I just couldn’t see it before. It made everyday things glow. I couldn’t hold in my delight and began emailing friends with my discoveries. The emails turned into a blog, Happy Catholic, that reflected everything I loved about being Catholic every day.

This book continues that sharing.

We see echoes of Heaven all around us, sometimes without ever knowing what we are seeing. I have a passion for quotes that point toward those truths. That passion turned into short reflections on some of my favorite quotes. You’ll find everything here from movies to television to Scripture, from humor to seriousness to optimism and joy. In short, everything that draws back the veil and let us connect with God. I hope it delights you as much as it does me.

Julie Davis, written on the Feast of St. Martha

(my patient patron)

Halloween

Halloween, Grandma Moses
via WikiArt

You know, I've never been a Grandma Moses fan. However, I do love this painting because of all the little details of what the community is doing for Halloween. And that made me take another look at more of her paintings. Along that same line of thinking, I actually can appreciate them more now. Go to the link to see more of her work. And take a look at this one up close. Very enjoyable and Halloweeny.