Day Twenty-Eight – The feast of the Transfiguration of Christ

Moses came down from Mount Sinai. As he came down from the mountain with the two tablets of the covenant in his hand, Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God.                                                                                        Exodus 34:29

He was this cute kid:  African-American, dark curls, about 5′ tall, must be at the most 14 (you can be 13 here if you’ve completed the 8th grade).  And his face literally shines – his eyes, his smile, his laughter

I met his Crew their first day at Base Camp, and somehow I became their mascot.  I encountered them half-way through their trek at Fish Camp, and he led the group running up to me.  “It’s FrEd”  (My nickname, ‘Fred’ for obvious reasons – name tag spelled to look wrong, I’ve been FrEd for many years.)

They were in Base Camp again yesterday and at Chapel they came and sat right in the front row.  Seldom do we have Crews sit in the front bench.  And this dark curly haired kid just beamed with joy.  joie de vivre

I don’t know him, don’t even know his name, let alone his life story.  But something in this lad’s heart  just bursts forth infectiously.  I’m sure he can be irritating to his Crew members in tight quarters and on extreme situations like Philmont when you’re tired and sore and hot and hungry for real food.

At Evening Prayer and Compline we offer a prayer that includes the words, “shield the joyous.”  (BCP p. 124, look for the prayer that begins“Keep watch…”)  What we don’t understand is that it really means, “Put a lid on it.”  Shield us from the joyous, dear God!  “I can’t stand his bouncing around all day

Nonetheless, or All-the-more, I pray that what brightens his soul will illuminate all the world around him for the rest of his life, that the joy in Christ may spread for generations to come in his own shining countenance.

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