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  (1 Corinthians 15:51-52).

I don’t know when.

I can’t fathom how.

But the moment will come.

Whether we’re sleeping or working or long in the grave, our Lord will decide that the time is right, and it will happen. 

We will be changed.

What do you imagine, Beloved? 

A butterfly emerging from the cocoon? 

A kernel of corn popping?

The acorn becoming an oak–only at lightning speed?

Will it be like a superhero in a movie–minus the toxic waste and radiation?

Yes, and

no, and

more. 

So much more

Odds are, it won’t happen today–but it will happen.

And who knows? Maybe…

Not a bad thought for ending the week, ya?

Happy Friday, Beloved