They’d been on the Mount many times before for one reason or another. This time it was different, though. Yeshua of Nazareth called them together—He was going to teach. The disciples knew Him, and had seen glimpses of His ministry, but there was a certain expectancy in the air, something beyond what they had heard before. And, they had heard a lot of teaching.
The Pharisees and scribes and Sadducees spoke with great fervor, and great conviction, and great complexity. Deep truths were supposedly pouring from their lips, but what they told the people to do, they couldn’t even do. Anyone who listened knew something was missing, something beyond their humanity and capability. It was authority.
The disciples found their places among the rocks and bushes and grass. Overhead, the Mediterranean sun burned shadows on the ground all around. The fortunate ones found protection from the sun in the sparse shade. A few had brought skins full of water, to combat the dryness of summer.
He stood up on a rock and His voice reached into the depths of their heart. “Blessed are the poor in spirit…” He began (Matthew 5:3). He didn’t stop speaking for what seemed but a few seconds but simultaneously seemed an eternity.
By the time His last words were spoken, the disciples had been changed forever. Like no teaching they had ever heard, Yeshua the Messiah had given life. He changed the way life was to be lived. And as none of them had ever heard, He spoke with authority.