When will I ever change? When will this awful circumstance change? This suffering, trauma, torment – it seems immovable, tauntingly the same (or worse) every day. Our hearts long for deliverance, and we wait – we ache so deeply for the change…
‘Yesterday, today and forever, You are the same, You never change. Yesterday, today and forever, You are faithful and we will trust in You.’
That’s good news, right? But what kind of pleasure is there in being with someone that constant? Where’s the interest, the journey, the sense of progress or discovery? Isn’t a relationship with someone so unchanging boring?
I guess that could be the case, if the Unchangeable I AM were a human. But he’s not. He’s Eternal, unfathomable. The angels circling his throne cry, ‘holy, holy, holy…’ constantly in awe through all the ages at the mystery and wonder of his nature. Not just about what he does… new things every morning (because he’s unchangingly Creative), but about who he is (because he IS love, eternal, patient, unfailing love).
So… the light of His unchangeable, same-ness reflects upon me. Fickle, unsteady, flippity doodah. The one thing that seems to stay the same about me is my failure. That I still love the wrong things or have my hopes and securities set on the wrong people or the wrong aspirations. My heart seems to unchangingly ache for other. That’s the same. When will my heart rest happily in Him alone? When will I change?
Ah… but there’s a promise for me… and for you:
But let me reveal to you a wonderful secret. We will not all die, but we will all be transformed! 52 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. 53 For our dying bodies must be transformed into bodies that will never die; our mortal bodies must be transformed into immortal bodies.
54 Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die, this Scripture will be fulfilled:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
55 O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”
56 For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. 57 But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.
Yes. We will not stay the same. We will all be changed…