There comes a moment in every life when something shifts. Sometimes it's a whisper in the night. Sometimes it's a headline that stops your breath. Sometimes it's quieter than that. Just a flicker at the edge of your spirit. A longing, a holy ache. You cannot shake a recognition that the way things currently are is not the way that they are meant to be. And if you are paying attention, you know that this is a summons to you. A call to leave what's known and step into something that feels wild. That feels holy and feels deeply uncertain, and in today's gospel, Jesus answers that call when the days drew near our texts, say for him to be taken up. Jesus sets his face to go to Jerusalem. Now, that's the kind of line that honestly just slips past you if you're not looking for it. But if you stop for a moment, I invite you to let the weight of it settle in. This is the moment when the light shifts. This is the moment when the shadows start to lengthen towards Jerusalem. Jesus has just come down from the Mount of Transfiguration in the Gospel of Luke, where his face was still shimmering with glory where Moses and Elijah appeared, and where Luke, the author is tying him unmistakably to the lineage of prophets who bring freedom and the prophets who bring liberation.