The Apostle John wrote, “We beheld His glory” and today’s devotional will give you insight into just what he meant. God bless you.
Because of Calvary,
Mark 9:1-8 (ESV)
1 And he said to them, “Truly, I say to you, there are some standing here who will not taste death until they see the kingdom of God after it has come with power.”
2 And after six days Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, 3 and his clothes became radiant, intensely white, as no one on earth could bleach them. 4 And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, and they were talking with Jesus. 5 And Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good that we are here. Let us make three tents, one for you and one for Moses and one for Elijah.” 6 For he did not know what to say, for they were terrified. 7 And a cloud overshadowed them, and a voice came out of the cloud, “This is my beloved Son; listen to him.” 8 And suddenly, looking around, they no longer saw anyone with them but Jesus only.
“He taketh us
On a high mountain, nor forsaketh us,
But turneth round upon us, glistening
In face and raiment, as He were a King.
In converse we discover at His side
Moses, Elias…. He is glorified,
The Son of God: and Peter would abide
Forever with these three, and prays to rear
Three tabernacles. And the light grows drear.
Some sin is on us that no wise we wist;
We are closed up as in God’s very fist;
We cannot see: only there floats above,
Rumbling and murmuring as an angry love,
Some element in havoc that doth press
Against the idle word that Peter said.
I know not by what stroke,
Beneath that awful cloak,
Elias and the Law-giver are brought
To nothingness in the Eternal Thought:
For presently we are allowed,
Through adumbrations of the cloud,
To hear the Father’s Voice in its caress,
As if from Chaos sped
Toward that belovèd head ―
Jealous and watered as of rain-drop tears
That Voice appears
In majesty on the cloud’s breaking rim:
‘Lo, this is my belovèd Son; hear Him!’
The Lord is glorified; we see
His Body as in glory it will be ―
Nothing it lacks
Save of His Wounds the lovely tracks.
I, John, who lay upon His bosom, I
I never saw Him ― now
I see Him in the Father and rejoice:
He standeth meek amid His snows,
Flushed as a rose,
For we have heard that Voice,
How maiden in humility His brow!
Almost He whispereth ‘No word of this!
It is our secret: I should take amiss
That of this hour one word be said,
Peter, till I am risen from the dead.’
And having spoken, He looks back on me,
And in an instant my theology
Is given; for I know the Word is God.”
[Michael Field, Mystic Trees, 20 in The Speaker’s Bible VIII edited by James Hastings and Edward Hastings, (Grand Rapids: Baker Book House, n.d.), p. 200]