In these difficult times I was reminded of the following description of the Easter weekend.
It’s Friday: Jesus is praying, Peter’s a sleeping, Judas is betraying, but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: Pilate’s struggling, the council is conspiring, the crowd is vilifying they don’t even know that Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd. Mary’s crying, Peter is denying; they don’t know that Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: The Romans beat him, they robe him in scarlet, they crown him with thorns. They don’t know that Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: See Jesus walking to Calvary, His blood dripping, His body stumbling and his spirit’s burdened, but you see, it’s only Friday, Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: Death is winning, people are struggling and evil’s grinning.
It’s Friday: The soldiers nail Jesu’s hands to the cross. They nail his feet to the cross and then they raise him up next to criminals.
It’s Friday: But let me tell you something. Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: The disciples are questioning what has happened to their King and the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved. They don’t know it’s only Friday. Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: He’s hanging on the cross feeling forsaken by his Father. Left alone and dying. Can nobody save him? It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday: The earth trembles, the sky grows dark, the King yields his spirit.
It’s Friday: Hope is lost, death has won, sin has conquered and satan’s just laughing.
It’s Friday: Jesus is buried, a soldier stands guard and a rock is rolled into place. Heaven is weeping; hell is partying, but it’s Friday. It is only Friday, but Sunday is coming!
Now it’s Sunday. There’s an earthquake, the stone is rolled away, the soldiers are shaking in their boots. Mary’s hugging her Saviour, her God. The lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected Lion. “He is not here”, the angels proclaim. It’s Sunday and He is risen from the dead. It’s Sunday and everything has changed. Call upon Him, call upon Him. It’s Sunday and death and evil have been defeated.
Today all over the world it’s Friday, it’s dark, hopeless and full of despair because it’s Friday. On Friday we don’t know what God is doing! Is he even there? Does he even care?
But Sunday is coming. New hope will come, He will help us hang on because Sunday is the day when evil is defeated forever will soon be here.