Alive With Christ: A Revelation in the Night

In the stillness of October 25th morning, God spoke this revelation to my heart.

I chose to share it today, October 28th, on my father’s first death anniversary - a day that marks both remembrance and revelation.

It’s 2 a.m. in Chennai.

I’ve just wrapped up a long shift that stretched from 3 in the afternoon to midnight. My flight to Hyderabad is at 5 a.m. I set an alarm for 3:30, hoping for a quick nap before heading to the airport. But sleep wouldn’t come. My mind was tired, but my heart was awake.

So I did what I’ve often done when I can’t rest - I opened my Bible. I could’ve gone to Psalms for comfort or maybe read something light before traveling. But somehow, I was drawn to Mark 9. I didn’t plan it. I just turned the pages and landed there. And that’s where God met me.

As I read the verse - “There appeared before them Elijah and Moses, who were talking with Jesus” - something stirred deep inside. I’ve read that story so many times, but tonight, it wasn’t just a story. It was personal. It was revelation.

This week marks one year since my dad went home to be with the Lord. And as I read about Moses and Elijah standing beside Jesus, it suddenly all made sense.

Moses - the one who died and was buried by God Himself. No one knew where his body was, but Heaven did. That’s my dad. He “slept in Christ,” hidden in the presence of God. No one knows where the soul truly rests, but it is safe - hidden with Christ in glory. My dad is there, alive in the company of the One he loved most.

And then Elijah - the one taken up, never tasting death. That’s me. One day, when that trumpet sounds, I’ll be caught up - raptured - to meet the Lord in the air. I’ll see Jesus face to face. And I’ll see my dad again.

In Mark 9:4, when Moses and Elijah appear with Jesus on the mountain, it’s not just symbolic of the Law and the Prophets; it’s also a glimpse of victory over death in three distinct ways:
• Elijah - never tasted death. God took him up directly in a whirlwind. No one could touch or claim his body.
• Moses - died, yet God Himself buried him. No man knew his burial place. His body was guarded by God.
• Jesus - died and rose again by His own power. The tomb was empty, and no one will ever find His body because He lives forever.

Together, they reflect three divine demonstrations of authority over death - taken, hidden, and risen.
It’s as if God was showing through these three: death holds no final say over those who belong to Him.

So when a believer dies, it isn’t defeat. Scripture calls it sleep - resting in Christ. It’s not an end but a victory - the completion of their fight, the fulfillment of their faith, and a promotion to glory.

Somewhere between midnight and dawn, God bridged the distance between my grief and His truth. He showed me that my dad isn’t lost. He’s part of that same conversation on the mountain - alive with Christ, radiant in glory.

I couldn’t plan this moment. It wasn’t random that I opened to Mark 9. The Spirit led me there, knowing that I needed this truth two days before Dad’s first death anniversary. God didn’t just remind me of Scripture - He reminded me of His heart.

“Those who sleep in Christ are not gone. They are home.”

So as I pack my bags and prepare to fly, I carry something more than luggage. I carry peace - knowing my father’s story didn’t end in a grave. It continued in glory.

Thank You, Jesus, for revealing this to me - that both Moses and Elijah stood with You for a reason. One represented those who’ve finished their race. The other, those still running toward You. And there You stand between them - the Resurrection and the Life, holding both in Your hands.

Dad, I’m proud of you. You lived with faith, you finished strong, and now you rest where I long to be - in His presence.
And to my Heavenly Father - thank You for the gift of this moment, for turning grief into revelation, and for reminding Your son that love never dies.

God Bless You!

In Christ,

Stephen John Brother