Transfiguration!

What a bittersweet feast!
On August 6, Catholics celebrate the magnificent feast of the Transfiguration of Jesus on Mount Tabor.
Jesus gave James, John and Peter a sense of His majesty and glory when He was suddenly transfigured before their eyes, and was seen speaking with Moses and Elijah.
On August 6, 2002, I hospitalized my son, Aaron, against his will, calling the police to our house to break into his room and take him forcibly to Western Missouri Mental Health Center. I hoped that he would be transformed by this experience, and for a while, he was. He began taking his medicine again, went to therapy regularly, even twice weekly for a month, and enrolled in vocational rehabilitation.
But a little over three months later, on November 11, 2002, he had stopped his meds and therapy, and had seemingly lost hope again. This time, he called the police to our house. I later learned that one of the two policemen who had responded to our call on August 6 was one of the six policemen at our house on November 11. Before he entered our house, he had told another policeman, the commanding officer on the scene, that he had been there before, and that our son was ill. Nonetheless, on that later occasion, the commanding officer opened fire inside our house, shooting Aaron five times, while another policeman responded with three gunshots.
That same afternoon, Karol saw Aaron in the arms of Jesus, transformed!
On August 6, 1945, the US dropped the first atomic bomb on a public site, the city of Hiroshima.
On another August 6, in 1978, Pope Paul VI died, passing into glory. I loved Pope Paul VI because of his courageous stand on human life, when he gave us his striking encyclical, Humane Vitae, in 1968.
I pray and believe that Jesus calls us all to transfiguration, and that this feast today is a call to glory, like that of the rainbow early this morning as the sun was just rising here in Mountain View!