The trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
1 Corinthians 15:52- 55
As we sing through Handel’s Messiah each year, this piece above all others, gives me the shivers. The good shivers. I hear the piercing trumpet, and then the bass begins to sing the powerful words. We – the dead, the corrupt, the mortal, broken and sinful – will be changed.
I can identify with Isaiah, in chapter six, when he sees the Lord, high and exalted, being worshiped by the angels. His response is along the lines of, “Woe to me! I’m doomed! I am unclean, and I have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts!” But with a coal from the altar, his guilt is removed and his sin atoned for.
He is changed.
I know the word “corruptible” in the verses speaks of our mortality, but doesn’t it also speak of our sinfulness? Our susceptibility to corruption from within and without? I feel it every day. Yet, comes the promise – We shall be changed. Transformed.