Whose Transfiguration?
On learning to recognize the wonder we pass by every day | The Word in the Wild, Last Sunday After the Epiphany, Year B
It’s an old story, but a good one: The violinist stood outside the metro station, case open, bow angling across the strings, music interrupted by the automatic voice of the PA system. A musician playing on in a metro station in Washington DC at the height of rush hour—there was nothing unusual about that. Trumpets and gospel choirs, beatboxers…