The mountain air bit cold, but the three disciples barely noticed. Their eyes, wide as dinner plates, were fixed on the impossibility before them.
Jesus, their rabbi, their friend, was... changing.
It started with a glow, faint at first, like moonlight on water. Then brighter. Brighter still. Until looking at Him was like staring into the heart of the sun.
Peter felt his knees buckle. The taste of copper flooded his mouth - he'd bitten his tongue, hard.
James was on all fours, retching. The glory was too much, like staring into the face of God Himself.
John... John just wept. Silent tears carving paths down his dirt-streaked cheeks.
And then... they came.
Two figures, materializing out of thin air. Moses and Elijah, heroes of old, now standing there casual as you please, chatting with Jesus like they were discussing the weather.
The air crackled with power. Reality itself seemed to bend and warp around them.
Peter's mind reeled. His mouth, always quicker than his brain, started babbling about building shelters. As if you could contain... this... with some sticks and cloth.
Then the cloud came.
Thick. Heavy. Terrifying.
It swallowed them whole.
Darkness. Silence. The kind of quiet that screams in your ears.
Then... that Voice.
"This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!"
It wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It resonated in their bones, in their very souls.
And just like that... it was over.
The light faded. The cloud lifted. Moses and Elijah? Gone.
Just Jesus. Normal Jesus. Looking at them with a mix of love and... was that pity?
They stumbled down the mountain, changed forever. Carrying a weight of glory that would haunt their dreams and fuel their courage for years to come.
This, warriors, is your heritage. This bone-shaking, mind-melting encounter with the Divine.
Stop playing it safe. Stop domesticating your faith.
The same Jesus who lit up that mountain wants to set your world on fire.
Are you ready for your transfiguration?
Or will you keep hiding in the shadows, afraid of His light?
Time to climb your mountain. Time to face the blinding.
I love your retelling of this incredible story! It lifts me a little higher today. Very encouraging and inspiring.