There are some stories that make you want to curl up and cry. To weep and drench all horrors with grief. And there are other stories that make you want to retreat, to hide from knowing or to run until you forget.
I want to breath stories that remind me that we all have wings enough to soar, and love strong enough to lift them.
“he became what we are that we might become what he is”
From our Orthodox Brothers and Sisters:
Thou wast transfigured on the mount. O Christ God, revealing Thy glory to Thy disciples as they could bear it. Let Thine everlasting light shine upon us sinners. Through the prayers of the Theotokos, O Giver of Light, glory to Thee (Troparion).
On the mountain wast Thou transfigured, O Christ God, and Thy disciples beheld Thy glory as far as they could see it; so that when they would behold Thee crucified, they would understand that Thy suffering was voluntary, and would proclaim to the world that Thou art truly the Radiance of the Father (Kontakion).