
In one of the most well known Resurrection sermons that has spoken powerfully through generations, S.M. Lockridge said, “It is Friday, but Sunday is coming.” Just say that, over and over.
The deepness of this truth began to sink in the way Easter never has and what the resurrection represents so strongly. If the day that Jesus died was called good, then maybe, just maybe, our worst days will be called good too.
How many of us are in a “Friday” season? How many people see death knocking at our door? How many have families falling into pieces with no restoration in sight? How many have addiction seeping into every crevice of strength that was once there? How many have less hope today, in your “Friday” than they’ve ever known before?
I got to reminiscing over our lives and our position. How many “Friday” seasons did we go through to get to our Sunday. How many sleepless nights did we lay up wondering “God, where are you?” And the big question is: How many Friday’s did we go through thinking that we’d never see Sunday?
Because on that cross, as our sins flooded Christ in a moments time with pure agony, Sunday was right around the corner. Whole and healed like never before. He was set free, and so were we!
I was overwhelmed today thinking about His graces and how precious that He is to come down, to meet us where we are no matter how dirty and broken we are, and to create the most incredible- life changing Sunday that we’ve ever seen or could have dreamed over our lives.
You know God never said that life would be easy, but He did promise that He would never leave nor forsake us. He did promise us that Sunday. He called us by name and He made us the apple of His eye.
This Easter, we were able to celebrate and praise on Sunday and to know that He has brought us out of that Friday. He humiliated hell and died on a cross so that we could live on and celebrate freedom.
We know that “Friday’s” will come, but the best part is trusting in His promise of Sunday being right around the corner. It will hit us like a ton of bricks and wash over us. He will set our feet on solid ground into a life that only He could have created. And one day, we will look back and feel the vastness of his love over us, his children. There is no greater love than this. The majesty and power of that is golden.
C. Elizabeth