“Tell no one of this vision, until the son of man is raised from the dead.”
The late Itzhak Perlman was one of the great virtuoso violinists of the 20th century. Stricken with polio as a child, he wore large braces on both legs and maneuvered with the aid of two crutches.
Seeing him take the stage was an inspiring sight: painfully and slowly, but majestically and confidently, he would make his way to his chair. Then he would carefully lower himself into his chair, place his crutches on the floor, unfasten the braces on his legs, and tuck one foot back and extend the other foot forward; he would then bend down and pick up his violin, arrange it under his chin, and then nod to the conductor. It was a ritual that his audiences had come to respect and admire.
“While Jesus was praying, his face changed in appearance and his clothing became dazzling white.”
A woman who had never seen the ocean before went on a cruise. On the voyage she was captivated by the variety of colors she saw in different parts of the ocean — azure, turquoise, aquamarine, emerald. She collected samples of each hue in small bottles.
When she returned home, she wanted to show her friends the magnificent colors she had seen. But when she poured the contents of each bottle into separate glasses to show them, she was shocked to see that all they contained was water — colorless, translucent, ordinary water.Continue reading →