
1 Corinthians 15:51 “Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed–in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.”
How long would you like to live? When I was a little boy, there was something attractive about the idea of living to be 100. I think it was a combination of the fact that 100 of anything seems like a big number to a four year old. I also had a sense that it was a relatively rare achievement because I didn’t personally know anyone that old, and people who did reach that milestone sometimes made the news. As a little boy I wanted to be stronger, and faster, and smarter and taller than anybody else. Why not older, too?
Then you meet some people who have lived so long that they have outlived their good health. They may be far from 100, but they live in constant pain, or they are too weak to take care of themselves. You meet others who have outlived their mind, their memory, their reason. At best they have entered second childhood. At worst they are practically comatose. All of a sudden living so many years loses its appeal.
Jesus promises those who believe in him eternal life–not 100 years, but forever. This wasn’t an obscure idea he once floated, a side comment he made while preaching about something else. It was a major theme of his ministry. Read John’s gospel again. Almost every chapter deals with immortality. In light of the unpleasant consequences of old age, we might ask, “Is this really a good idea?”
Paul settles our concerns with the mystery he unveils in this part of his letter to the Corinthians. Among other things, that mystery involves a profound change.
The things we fear about long life aren’t really features of living. They are symptoms of dying. They are evidence that we are infected with death, and we have reached advanced stages of that infection. But everyone reading these words is suffering symptoms already.
When I was still in grade school it got harder and harder to see the blackboard from the back of the room. I needed glasses because my eyes were dying. I went through puberty and my skin didn’t function right anymore. Blemishes started to appear. It mostly recovered when puberty ended, but now it gets too dry and chapped, especially in the winter. I have already reached the age of back pain, and occasional insomnia, and monthly contributions to my local pharmacy. I used to laugh at the old people who didn’t need to talk about the weather to keep a conversation going. They could talk about their ailments for hours. I am quickly becoming one of them.
More than symptoms of death, these are symptoms of our sin. Not everyone I meet is convinced they have much to repent of. “I am a good person,” they object. Really? I may not know enough details of their lives to know the specifics of their sins. It’s not my job to play private investigator and try to point them out. But their symptoms still betray the sickness is present, just like mine do. “The wages of sin is death.” “The soul who sins is the one who will die.” There is no mystery about what is wrong with us. We are dying because of our sin.
But Jesus promises us change. That change first dealt with the sin-sickness underneath. On Good Friday he created the cure. At the cross he produced the medicine of immortality. His blood cleanses us from every sin. His death redeems us from them. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours, but also for the sins of the entire world.
Between Friday evening and Sunday morning, however, Jesus himself went through an astounding change. His body came back to life. But it wasn’t raised the broken and battered body that hung on the cross. His wounds no longer ran with blood. His bones were no longer out of joint. This body was glorified. It passed through sealed stone and locked doors. It materialized, and then disappeared, in a moment, instantly traveling between locations to show himself to his own. It could still be touched and embraced. It could still eat and drink. But now it was elevated, perfected. The only things Jesus kept from his cross were the scars on his hands and feet and side, but those were like badges of honor, the most meaningful and beautiful things ever “tattooed” on human skin.
Earlier in this same chapter of 1 Corinthians, Paul assures us Jesus’ new life is a promise and foretaste of our own: “For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive.” And later: “Just as we have born the likeness of the earthly man (Adam), so shall we bear the likeness of the man from heaven (Jesus).” Jesus is both promise and picture of the change waiting for us.







