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Worship: February 22, 2020
Pastor Nate Furness: "Interrupted"
I enjoy working in coffee shops. I like the noise, the energy, and the background music. When I am working at my desk, sometimes it gets too quiet, so I make some noise. When I am home alone, I will even fill the silence by talking out loud. Peter seems to like to talk and fill the silence. In Matthew 17:4-5, Peter witnesses Jesus’ transfiguration. In a desire to be useful, or wishing to have purpose, Peter suggests that He build some dwellings. Surprisingly, God interrupts Peter and commands him to “listen” to Jesus. Sometimes in our nervousness, wonder, and fear, we fill space with words. As disciples of Christ, we are to learn to listen before we speak. Maybe God needs to interrupt us so that we can keep our focus on Him.
Matthew 17:1-9
1 Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. 2 And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white. 3 Suddenly there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him. 4 Then Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here; if you wish, I will make three dwellings here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” 5 While he was still speaking, suddenly a bright cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud a voice said, “This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!” 6 When the disciples heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome by fear. 7 But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Get up and do not be afraid.” 8 And when they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus himself alone. 9 As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus ordered them, “Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.”’
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