by APC on March 25, 2020

It was late in the afternoon when my sister and I stumbled across a foreign object in our backyard. What it was or where it came from, we had no conception. No sooner after had we made our discovery, our mother summoned us into the house. The only thing for us to do was abduct the object from its haphazard resting place amid blades of grass and transport it into the house. Rushed to get ready for the evening meal, the article—somewhat shaped like futuristic vehicle—was tossed into the toybox.

Examination of the toy commenced bright and early the next day. My sister and I turned the item over in our tiny hands, wondering in our childhood amazement as to what it could be. Days and weeks passed without any intel as to the purpose of the toy from either of our grade-schooler minds, nor after consultation with both of our parents. We settled that it was a convoy vehicle of some kind and would readily be used as the transportation mode for our Polly Pockets.

One day, as I was unearthing the toy, a part wriggled free. The foreign object gave way to a hidden hinge within its plastic frame. Such exhilaration ensued as my sister and I carefully began to pull outward piece after piece, re-resting the parts on the exterior of the vehicle. We recognized the resemblance of arms, legs, and soon a head concealed inside a helmet. We had just encountered our first Transformer.

But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord (II Corinthians 3:18, KJV).

The adulation I felt the day I was baptized echoed those of the excitement of discovering the hidden Transformer as a child. God had changed me—who I was, and who I would be. I was transformed from an old creature to a new creature in Him (II Corinthians 5:17). The thrill of knowing there was someone new hidden underneath all the layers of sin was astonishing and seemed utterly improbable. But, there I was, my sins washed away, a new name assigned, and signed adoption papers welcoming me into the family of God.

Transformed. That’s a powerful Word and a powerful action. Jesus Christ transformed us by the washing of His blood so we can reproduce His same image and shine forth His same glorious light. He changed us from a child of darkness into a child of the light. We’re changed from glory to glory—a determined everlasting change.

Our transformation, or metamorphosis, is to be vastly different from that of the toy I discovered so very long ago. That Transformer, was created to be changed backwards and forwards—inverting from a robot into a vehicle incessantly. We’re not toys, and therefore, our transformation is meant to be permanent. Once God changes us into a new creature, we’re supposed to stay that way and not switch back to our former self: former ways of living, thinking, acting, or being. Realistically, a “Transformer” toy isn’t aptly named. It doesn’t abide by the transformed definition provided by God Himself. If it did, once the robot transformed into a vehicle, it would have remained that way the rest of its days.

Morphing forwards and backwards can be fun for a short time. I found enjoyment in playing with that toy as a child. But, once we encountered Christ, any change back toward our former selves is nothing short of devastation and will bring about our utter destruction. God never meant for us to un-transform and then re-transform, no matter how fun the enemy, the world, or our flesh makes it appear to be.

If you’re struggling today with embracing the new, transformed “you” under the image of Christ, it’s time to get to an altar of prayer and ask God to help you keep your transformation. God will help you retain the right clothes, put on the right mindset, and become enthralled with the way the new, transformed you looks like in the mirror. It’s not time to un-transform today. Be transformed. Permanently.