What I do know is that none of us bears our sorrow alone. The One who calls us to this day is the One who was—and is—acquainted with grief.

So I wonder if that night, when he was alone, praying in the shadows of Gethsemane, Jesus remembered this psalm by someone who’d also found themselves lost in the valley of the shadow of death.  

This Transfiguration Sunday, it’s the disciples’ journey up and down the mountain that caught my attention. Perhaps like the disciples’ hike, perhaps like your own physical or metaphorical hiking, my own treks up mountains and down canyons have taught me some lessons about life and faith: