It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed. (1 Corinthians 15:12)
Relate: Some day this verse is going to be fulfilled. Some day those graves are going to open and both the living and the dead will meet our God. There is debate as to exactly when, in relation to other end time events, and how this is going to happen. That is fine. Some people like to invest plenty of time creating end times charts and timelines and then argue their charts over the charts of someone who disagrees. That is fine. I tend to view myself as an end times agnostic. We know a few of the major events but the when and hows, the details, He keeps to Himself. He is a God of surprises and when He came the first time those who should have known the best missed it because they were so completely convinced they knew exactly what His coming would be like.
No matter when and how it happens, no matter how different the times of His return will be from everybody’s charts, the fact remains that someday it will happen. When it does, however it does, I want to be dead. By the time that trumpet sounds I want to be in the grave. Why? Because the dead will rise first and I want to get there as quickly as possible.
React: Don’t get me wrong, I love this life. There is wonder and beauty everywhere I look. Everywhere I turn my eyes I see reflections of His majesty. If I am searching for it, I can see a shadow of the image of God in the people I talk to. He has gifted me with a mind to learn and grow and I love putting that mind, as well as this body to exercise.
But this body is breaking down. This mind forgets. The flowers I see wilt and die. The image of God found in others is tarnished with sin. This world is not as it was meant to be. As great as it is, it can be greater. It will be greater. I have a responsibility and I find fulfillment in helping to advance God’s Kingdom here on earth. But I must never forget that one day, the trumpet will sound.
Maranatha! God, come quickly. Let that trumpet sound. As much as I love this life, I can’t wait for the day when You call me home. But as long as I am still here, help me to continue to work. Let me live my life with the understanding that Your return is immanent, but help me to continue to work for You as if that day is a long way off. Even so, Lord, come quickly.