WHAT REALLY HAPPENED AT THE MOUNT OF TRANSFIGURATION?

CHARLES AWUZIE SPEAKING FOR A TV SERIES.

CHARLES AWUZIE SPEAKING FOR A TV SERIES.

WARNING: THIS MIGHT CHALLENGE YOUR THEOLOGY.

Jesus had a crucial meeting with Moses and Elijah. Moses represented the era of the law while Elijah attended the meeting on behalf of the prophetic era. The meeting on that mountain was not about transfiguration. It was about the close of 2 eras and the emergence of another era. Jesus didn’t climb that mountain just to show off white shining clothes. He simply went up there to shut down two eras in the presence of 3 witnesses who were His disciples.

During the process, Peter suggested that they build 3 tents for the 3 personalities. More like what we do today…We tend to say to Jesus…”let’s build 3 houses, one for the grace you bring, the other for the law Moses brought and the other for the era of the prophetic.” So we religiously hold on to the law, seek God through prophets and still call ourselves followers of Christ Jesus.

We must not be like Peter. There is no need for 3 tents to house 3 eras. We only need one tent and that is the Kingdom of God which came through Jesus. Peter said: “Lets stay here”…Like seriously? “Peter, you want us to stay in between Moses, Elijah and Jesus?” I mean you want us to live by the law, seek God through the prophets and yet enjoy the Grace of the Kingdom?

Oh no Peter. Moses is dead, let him rest. Elijah was taken away, let him be. Jesus is alive and only HE is relevant in this era.

Well in the twinkle of an eye, Elijah disappeared from the mountain, Moses also disappeared, but Jesus was left alone and His body shone like the sun. They disappeared that the era which Jesus brings would shine.

Friends, this is the era of Grace and Truth. The law and the prophecies have been fulfilled in Jesus. Jesus brought Grace and Truth to replace Law and Prophecies. Now the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of Prophecy.(Rev. 19:10) Now we walk not by the law nor by prophecies BUT by Grace and the Truth revealed through Jesus Christ.

We don’t get blessed because we live by the law, nor because we are covered by prophets BUT BECAUSE WE ARE REDEEMED BY HIS GRACE AND COVENANTED TO PROSPER IN ALL THINGS BY HIS BLOOD. IT’S ALL ABOUT JESUS!

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Jesus was wounded in 7 parts of His Holy Body to heal 7 areas of our lives…

(1) His Eyes: At Gethsemane, Jesus cried out blood for the healing of our sight, visions and dreams. Medical science calls this “Subconjunctival hemorrhage”, a rare situation where optic blood vessels are wounded. Now the blind can say “I can see!”.

(2) His Face: At Caiaphas house for trial, Jesus was slapped by soldiers, fist beaten and spat on the face…His face was wounded for the healing of our sick image…So it doesn’t matter how bad your public image is, Jesus has paid for the redemption of your image.

(3) Head: Do you remember that crown of thorns placed on the head of Jesus? That must have been dead sore. But His head had to be wounded to do two things: To heal our mental faculties thus setting us free from psychiatric prisons…And also to restore our headship, dominion and authority.

(4) His Back: They whipped the back of Jesus to fulfil the Prophet Isaiah’s prophecy that “By His Stripes, you are healed.” So His back was wounded for your physical healing. HIV, Cancer, Flu and all diseases were taken care of by the wounds on His back.

(5) His Hands: When they nailed His hands to the cross, He healed the works of our hands.

(6) His Feet: When they nailed His feet to the cross, He healed our steps and walk. Henceforth, the steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord.

(7) His body: When He hung on the cross, they pierced the side of His body with a spear…Two things happened: Marriages were healed and also That was when the church was born…Remember, when the first Adam slept, God opened the side of his body and brought forth Eve…When Jesus slept on the cross, the side of His body was opened with a spear for the healing of marriages, relationships and families…and to activate the operation of God’s kingdom on earth.

The cost of our salvation is unimaginable…Cherish it!

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OMG..this is incredible…Jesus appears to a dying Muslim man and…

ImageNasir Siddiki

Left to Die

By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful business man, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed.

 

 Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die.

 

The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out.

 

My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. “The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow,” he said. ‘”Your body isn’t fighting back.”

 

The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees — hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled.

 

For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By week’s end, I was listed in critical condition.

 

Nasir and Anita Siddiki

 

My Last Hope

In life, I’d been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. I’d been raised as a Muslem in London , England , and I understood Allah was not a god who heals.

 

My only hope was in medicine.

I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didn’t know I could hear them when they examined me. “His immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said.

 

“He’s dying,” the other confirmed. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”

I don’t have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t form the words. Then it hit me. He said I’m dying!

 

The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they said. “If by some miracle he lives, he’ll probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.”

 

Then they left.

They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. “God, if you’re real, don’t let me die!”

 

In His Presence

During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldn’t see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus.

 

The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasn’t Mohammed. I knew it wasn’t Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace.

 

“Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die?” I wondered.

Without words, he spoke to me. “I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

 

That’s all He said. He didn’t mention my illness. He didn’t mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone.

 

The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. “The blisters have stopped growing!”

 

“We don’t know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!”

The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave home,” the doctor cautioned.

 

 “It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do you’ll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.”

 

Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus’ presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened.

 

That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught?

 

At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus.

 

Learning to Live

The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God?

 

I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic — answering all of my questions. Before the show went off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart.

 

Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctor’s orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights.

 

Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.

Nasir and Anita Siddiki

 

Jesus, My Healer

One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower.

 

What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body!

Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest.

 

 

None of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage.

 

My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I have the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , I also had the most miraculous recovery.

 

Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasn’t the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.

 

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Nasir Siddiki is the founder of Wisdom Ministries (WisdomMinistries.org). He lives in Tulsa , OK with his wife Anita and their two sons.

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