Mark 9:2-5,7-8 NIV
“After six days, Jesus took Peter, James, and John with him and led them up a high mountain, where they were all alone. There he was transfigured before them. His clothes became dazzling white, whiter than anyone in the world could bleach them. And there appeared before them Elijah and Moses, who were talking with Jesus. Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters—one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.” Then a cloud appeared and covered them, and a voice came from the cloud: “This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!” Suddenly, when they looked around, they no longer saw anyone with them except Jesus.”
This must have been a shocking experience for the disciples, unexpected, unanticipated, and completely outside of their frame of reference. O yes, their life with Jesus was anything but ordinary. Every day was an adventure, never a dull moment, but this! This is was utterly different.
Since Jesus was the Son of God, sent by the Father from the other realm, it was inevitable that at sometime during His earthly life, eternity would break into time, even if for a few moments. The closeness of Father and Son demanded a manifestation and reassurance of the Father’s presence at some moment in their separation.
The first time the Father broke into the earthly scene, His voice, heard by some nearby, affirmed His blessing on His Son after His baptism, before Jesus stepped into His public ministry. What was the purpose? We can only guess that this affirmation was the foundation on which Jesus built His security. Armed with the Father’s presence and support…always, He stepped out into an alien and hostile world.
On this occasion, on the mountain, the voice of the Father boomed in the ears of the three disciples. Terrified, they crumpled to the ground, hid their faces in the dust, and dared not open their eyes to see the unearthly glory of their earthly Master.
They had never seen Jesus like this. All their impressions and convictions about Him shrivelled to nothing. What’s more, He was in the company of the two greatest of their religious ancestors, representatives of their great heritage, Moses and Elijah, and they were both alive!
What could they say? Motor-mouth Peter, as usual, said it for them! “Let’s freeze this moment in time! A memorial…that’s what we need!” How typical! Of what value would a memorial be to them? What they needed was not some structure to remind them of this event, but the conviction in their hearts, confirmed by this vivid revelation, that Jesus was the Son of God, upon which to secure their faith, because that faith in Him would be tested to the limit in the days and years to come. Without the conviction of His identity and with it His authority, their faith would be hollow.
They were to learn that Moses and Elijah, though real and alive in glory, were not the source of their confidence. They were only cogs in God’s great wheel of history, pointing to the one who would come, as God promised. Jesus was the one who must take centre stage.
These three disciples, representing Jesus’ band of closest associates, had to move on beyond everything they knew about God and the covenant relationship they had with Him. All the rules and rituals they knew were types and shadows, pictures of the real thing that could never produce what God wanted most…sons and daughters who would be like Jesus and would live together in harmony as His divine family.
So, the Father Himself, real and present in this other-worldly scene, interrupted Peter’s foolishness with a powerful affirmation of His Son and a clear directive of His will…
“This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!”
Never again could Peter, James, and John forget who Jesus was, or His place as supreme over every person and detail of the Old Covenant. They must begin again, not rejecting but building on what they knew and believed, to a new and fresh understanding of God’s dealings with them as His covenant nation.
As confusing as it is was to them at that moment, they were in a season of transition. What was a mystery to them then would become crystal clear after the event…the cross, the resurrection, Pentecost…high drama that would reset the history of their own people and of the world.
So it is with us now! In the confusion of unfolding revelation in our own experience, we need patience… to wait until Jesus has finished what He started…and faith to give Him credit for His good intentions. Love undergirds all His ways with us. He is still working on the clay. The past will explain itself as we move on. Life is lived forwards but understood backwards.
Like Peter in later years, with clarified understand, we will testify as he did…
“For we did not follow cleverly devised stories when we told you about the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ in power, but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty. He received honor and glory from God the Father when the voice came to him from the Majestic Glory, saying, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” We ourselves heard this voice that came from heaven when we were with him on the sacred mountain.”
2 Peter 1:16-18 NIV
…and, with Peter, we will build unshakeable faith in Him for who He is.