I’d like to share my experience atop Mt. Tabor with you. This was written October 2010, during my Holy Land pilgrimage:
In the morning, we rode taxis that spiraled up to the top of Mt. Tabor, the place where Jesus was transfigured. The church, cared for by the Franciscan friars, was simple and beautiful. After an introduction to the site and surrounding area, we had an hour to experience God in silent prayer, meditation, and/or Confession.
Immediately, I was drawn to the chapel left of the main altar (see photo), where the Blessed Sacrament is kept. There, pilgrims from around the world were prostrate at the feet of the Lord, much like Peter, James and John fell prostrate at the sound of the Father’s voice (Mt. 17:6). So I sat down on the floor amid them, and opened my Bible to Matthew 17 — the Transfiguration.
In an experience that…
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