It’s Friday Now, But Sunday’s Coming…
Friday didn’t look so GOOD 2,000 years ago, yet we call this Good Friday. This day acknowledges the day Jesus gave his life for ours – the day he was abused, condemned, mocked, misunderstood and wrongfully accused; the same day that his mother, Mary, had to watch as her son was being whipped and beaten beyond recognition; the day she watched her son die. Yet, we call it good. It does not seem to make sense, right?
I cannot help but feel for Jesus’s disciples. Imagine having Jesus right by your side, having your back, and working everything out; going from a place of complete confidence and faith to a place of severe grief and utter despair. And, all of this happened on a Friday. Not just any Friday, but a Friday that the world would eventually call good? NOTHING about that Friday was good, if we look at the events that took place. What is good about pain? What could be good about an innocent man being beaten and flogged and crucified unto death?
BUT, God. BUT, Sunday! Friday would have never looked so good if there wasn’t a Sunday. God never would have been seen faithful if there wasn’t a Sunday. Sunday brought forth LIFE for death, Hope for despair, and Heaven for Hell! Sunday made Friday good, after all.
Some of us are in a Friday season; some of us cannot see Sunday yet. We cannot see a way out of our situation; the pain is raw and the confusion is deep. I have been living and re-living Friday for almost 18 months. But, Sunday is coming! I KNOW IT! It’s only Friday, but Sunday is coming!
Perfection died, so we could live.
And, my life died once, too. My life as I knew it died on October 24th, 2013. My definition of perfect – gone forever. But, I am not without hope, and I am not without my Sunday – the day where death lost it’s sting and it’s victory! God was for us on Friday, an He is for us on Sunday!
If our God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all-how will He not also, along with Him, freely give us all things? Romans 8:31-32
If you are still in your Friday, God understands. He knows the pain of losing a son and the pain of being rejected. In fact, there is no pain common to us that Jesus himself did not endure. But, this brings me comfort… that Jesus could, in his human flesh, endure his Friday knowing that Sunday would come.
Don’t quit. Don’t give up. Don’t stop believing for your Sunday.