Today, I devoted morning prayer to a scriptural rosary. The Transfiguration mystery, in particular, drew an emotional response from me when I read these words:

While (Peter) was still speaking, behold, a bright cloud cast a shadow over them, then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” When the disciples heard this, they fell prostrate and were very much afraid. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and do not be afraid.” And when the disciples raised their eyes, they saw no one else but Jesus alone. (Mt. 17:5-8 )

In our lives, Jesus takes each one of us up a mountain, as He took Peter, James, and John here. We each have to climb a mountain in order for Jesus to reveal Himself to us. And when God’s great glory is revealed, we can be just as frightened as the disciples. When God the Father tells us to listen to Jesus, what that means can scare us – i.e. following God’s plan for our lives is not the rosiest of paths.

I remember in my own life all the hardship it took for me to climb the mountain. When the Lord revealed His glory to me – the deepest of all loves – like Peter, I was excited. (“Lord, it is good that we are here.”) But God has asked me to listen to Jesus, and my reaction has been that of the frightened disciples. So much fear of the unknown future plagues my life. So much wanting to decide my own future. So much flinging myself on the floor in the presence of God, confused.

Today I read aloud those words, “Jesus came and touched them, saying, ‘Rise, and do not be afraid.’” Tears filled my eyes, and my heart lodged itself in my throat. As I read His words, I saw Him touch me, and His eyes looking lovingly on me, “Rise, and do not be afraid.” To me, the phrase made popular by P.JPII is the definitive remedy to my brokenness, weariness, and fear.

Jesus, thank You for loving us.

Pray for all those involved in the dangers caused by natural disasters.