The account of our Lord's Transfiguration is a narrative that has long captivated my interest, especially because it incorporates so much Old Testament imagery. Here are three hymns that I've written on this revelation of our Lord's glory.
When I was in my early teens, a firework exploded in my face. It burned my eyes and blackened them with powder. I thought I was blind. I was afraid that I would never again see my mom and dad, mountains and sunsets, fast cars and beautiful women. The millions of sights that cross before our eyes would vanish. I would see darkness alone.
We’re not supposed to tinker around with Bible verses, but there’s one I wish I could edit. Instead of Solomon saying, “There’s a time to be silent and a time to speak,” my altered version would read, "There are more times to be silent than there are to speak,” (Ecclesiastes 3:7).