We do not have the privilege of the disciples, walking with Jesus, praying with Jesus, seeing him heal and teach. We are lucky if we manage to have one of those life-changing, neck hair-raising experiences of the Holy Spirit—and even luckier if we realize that one of those experiences has happened.
When Peter, James, and John climb up on a mountain to pray with Jesus, they do so after a weeks-long discipleship orientation. They were there when Jesus calmed the storm, fed the thousands, and healed the widow’s son at Nain; they were there when Jesus told parable after parable and when he preached a sermon on the plain.
In a quiet moment, Jesus asks his friends who the crowds say that he is. Some think John the Baptist, some Elijah, others think one of the prophets of old.
“But who do you say that I am,” Jesus presses further.