“It’s Friday…Jesus was nailed dead on a cross…but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday…Mary’s crying her eyes out ’cause her baby Jesus is dead…but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday…The disciples are running in every direction like sheep without a shepherd…but
Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday…Pilate’s strutting around washing his hands cause he thinks he’s got all the power and the victory…but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday…People are saying, “All things have been so they shall always be. You can’t change anything in this world”…but Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday…Satan’s doing a little jig saying, “I control the whole world.”…but Sunday’s coming.
It’s Friday…The temple veil ripped from top to bottom – the earth shook – the rocks split and tombs opened. The centurion screamed in fear, “Truly he was the Son of God.”…Sunday’s coming.
It’s Sunday – The angel, like dazzling lightning, rolled the stone away, exclaiming, “He is not here. He is risen.”
It’s Sunday – It’s Sunday.” Selected
I do not know the author of the above piece but I think it is powerful, It has such great truth in it. We need to remember that no matter how difficult the Fridays in our lives are, Sunday is coming. As Christians we look forward to a new day.
Dwight L. Moody, often spoke of his two birthdays, the day on which he was born in East North Field, Massachusetts and the day on which he was ‘born again’ at Boston. Near the end of his life, Moody wrote: “Some morning you will read in the papers that D.L. Moody is dead. Don’t believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I shall have gone up higher, that is all.”
One day, they will lay our body in a grave. Tears will be shed, prayers will be offered, flowers will be there to cover up the ugliness of death, the casket will be lowered in the ground, the vault will be sealed tight. and soon grass will grow over the place of burial. Or, perhaps this will be by-passed with cremation or burial in the mausoleum. But, somewhere, surely, there will be a marker to remind the world that we lived.
But, no one has gone to the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth and seen a record in the stone stating, ‘here lies Jesus of Nazareth’. The angel’s message on the lips of millions of Christians is the only epitaph: “HE IS NOT HERE BUT IS RISEN.”
“Up from the grave He arose with a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign:
He arose, He arose, Hallelujah, Christ arose.”
This is the Easter message. We can be a part of that resurrection through our obedient faith in Jesus Christ. “Because He lives, we can live also.”