One of my favorite Easter Vigil memories originated in St. Clement of Rome in Metairie where I directed the RCIA. Four women clad in dark slacks and T-shirts, having been drenched in the baptismal font, disappeared to change into dry clothing. As the pastor led those wishing to be received into the church in their profession of faith, the four returned to the sanctuary, resplendent in white dresses. The associate pastor leaned over to ask me, “Who are they?” I replied, “Those women, my friend, are a new creation.”
Today’s Gospel anticipates Jesus’ transformation into the glory of the Risen Christ, and eventually all of creation with him. We experience glimpses of heaven during liturgies and in private moments when God’s radiance transfigures our daily dullness. What are your treasured memories of darkness, struggle, suffering, and death, being bathed in divine light? Are they not Jesus’ way of telling us today, “Rise, and do not be afraid”?