A week of thoughts about marriage ended with my wife shouting at me because once again I had left the lid not crewed on properly on the honey jar, which she had then dropped on the stone floor.

What irritating habits we have in marriage. Some people cannot screw the top on to tooth paste tubes. I have a maddening laziness about doing up the tops of jars I raid from the fridge.

Today’s reading from Mark 9:2:13 is about the Transfiguration. It has never really gripped me and I hurtle past it immersed in John Paul II’s Mysteries of Light in the Rosary. However, through Lectio Divina, it starts to grow on me.

What does the text mean in itself?