Glorified
2024, Acrylic Painting on 30x40in Canvas
Glorified
Since I was a kid I’d heard of resurrection. Now I look back and see that as a blessing, but the older I’ve gotten the more glorification, resurrection from the dead, has been something that I’ve been asked to confess over and over again.
It’s no wonder that a child can say it with full confidence. Its another thing entirely for a man to believe again. It’s as if the years lay on heavy burdens and my “evidence” chokeholds my throat disproving the words that I had confessed. After years of trying to follow God and live in the gift of salvation I accept, unbelief once again becomes part of my beliefs and full salvation seems all too ridiculous.
But then we have this gift of salvation we cannot pretend. One that finishes in glory, a new body and life after death. There, knee deep in the sinking depths of unbelief we must become a child again. This impossible gift of resurrection seems to pull us out again. I don’t know what is more impossible to confess? Being born again or being raised from the dead? Can my mind truly be renewed or can I really be raised to life again? This after death work He has promised seems just as unrealistic as the transformation He freely offers me.
There has only been one Man who was ever truly resurrected. One Man who was raised from death and never fallen back to death again. He is still alive in an incorruptible body without sin and without the penalty and threat of death.
The only salvation I’ve ever known has been His that has covered me. Given me assurance in spite of the physical body. Given to me as a permanent seal of all and everything that he has promised me. Power over sin, no more tugging on my corrupt flesh and life forever and abundantly.
Now I really look forward to the day. The grand crescendo all His glorious plan unfolding. When I will be plucked from under this earth like tent. He will see His Righteousness eternally become a home for all who believe.