At one end of Matthew, Jesus goes free. At the other, cruel, ritualized slaughter befalls him.
Respectable women made their trips to the well in the morning, not at noon.
I’m less inclined that some commentators are to condemn Peter.
Light is light. And only light can bring our fragmented darkness into proper perspective and allow us to see things whole.
At the center of Epiphany is a mystery of looking. Who looks at whom?