Lent 2 Luke 9:28-36 28/02/10 The train from Cardiff to Aberystwyth was unusually crowded. As we stood in the aisle, you could tell we were hikers. Awkwardly, we stuffed heavy backpacks into already overloaded baggage compartments. Excitement seemed to emanate from us. Our conversation was animated as we laughed and focused on our climb up Cader Idris the second highest mountain in Wales. For mountain climbers Cader Idris is the real mountain to climb- no railway to the top or gentle path like Snowden, no ski runs like Ben Nevis! As the train went North, we strained our necks to catch a view of the majestic Welsh mountains. Clouds enveloped the tops of their summits. Soon we would stand at the foot of Cader Idris, straining our necks at another cloud covering that summit. Weary after the four hours on the slow train we found it hard to sleep as our dream soon would become a reality. We were ready — prepared in body, mind, and spirit. What was next? Putting our lives into the hands of a qualified guide to take us on the climb of our lives. In today’s Gospel we find Peter, James, and John at the foot of a mountain. It may have been Mount Hermon or Mount Tabor. When referring to a mountain in the Bible, there is an association often related to the closeness of God and a readiness to hear his words. One of the biblical names for God in Hebrew is EL Shaddai meaning “God of the Mountain”. It is recorded in the Old Testament that God appeared and spoke to Moses and later to Elijah on mountains. In the gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke we find Jesus inviting his three closest followers to come with him up the mountain to pray. What an honour to be singled out for that experience. As prepared as these disciples were after spending time with Jesus, they had no idea what awaited them. This mountaintop experience would be the climb of their lives. It definitely would change their lives. Have you ever experienced a life-changing moment? I’m sure you have. It may have been being able to ride your first two-wheeled bicycle. After the trusted training wheels were removed, you shakily mounted. You were probably not alone. A trusted someone was at your side, hands on yours as you tightly gripped the handle bars. Confidence increased knowing someone was there to keep your balance or catch you if you fell. As the bike gained momentum, he let go. You were on your own. The destination was in sight — your house was just a block away. Anticipation built as you continued to go solo. Looking back you realize your achievement didn’t come in one day or even two. I bet your journey had its ups and downs. There might have been humiliating moments like falling off the bike in front of friends. Or leaping from the toppling bike onto the grass. Mum wouldn’t appreciate the grass stain on your jeans. What about those grazed knees? Out came that stinging brown stuff and plasters. Ouch! That part really hurt! But you kept at it. You could hear your Dad’s words along side of you, “I’m right here. We’ll keep trying. It’ll happen.” His confidence built up yours. “Ready! Set! Go!” he called and you were off again. This time, when he let go, you were ready and set, and bicycling down the pavement on your own. “That’s it! You’re doing it. Just keep your eyes on the goal,” a shout from behind came. Then your helper surprised you by running ahead. You saw him there — grin on his face. “You did it! You did it!” What a rush! Victory over fear! Victory over past failures! Victory! Yes, there was victory. That’s what it’s like in our relationship with Jesus, the one we can trust to be at our side, the one whose hand holds yours, the one who takes away your fear, the one who sets you free to solo, the one watching over you. He promises, “I will never leave you or forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5). Peter and his friends had a life-changing experience on that mountain, you might say it was an “Aha! moment.” Oh, those “Aha! moments” — times that impacted your lives. “Aha! moments” like passing a swimming test and not drowning, jumping over track hurdles and not knocking any down. “Yes! You did it! You made it to the top of your climb!” Going back to school in September, I told of my journey up that Welsh mountain. “My friends and I were as prepared as we could be, but it was the experienced guide who made it possible for us to reach the top.” I had climbed Cader Idris the second highest mountain in Wales and one of the more difficult mountains to climb in the UK. We had braved the elements, accepted the challenges, and rejoiced in the foot-by foot trek over the rocky ground. We’d been encouraged by our friends and our guide. Yes! We did it! Because we had 1