You and I are corruptible beings because our great-grandpa swallowed the poison of curse. We’re banished to the dust we came from (Gen. 3:19). Our days are like grass ripped by the wind. God knows we’re perishable, rotting (Ps. 103:14-15).
Grace acted, history shifted, and the Father took the Son from his side to place him in the dust of a cattle stall. Jesus became cursed for us.
Centuries before, God’s people knew the promise was coming: Job– caked in dust, dwelling on ashes, piercingly aware of his mortality, but not without hope of a Redeemer.
But I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the end he will stand on the dust (Job 19:25, CSB).
Christ reincarnates our dust-cursed souls. The perishable takes on imperishability.
What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable… The first man was from the earth, a man of dust; the second man is from heaven… Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven (1 Cor. 15:42, 47, 49).
Our mortal bodies are marching toward an age of endless immortality—eternal life, when Jesus will strip us from the dust and reign as Redeemer. Already, he has.
Already, he is.
Death is swallowed up in victory …Thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ (1 Cor. 15:54, 57).