Throughout my life, I’ve faced “Friday” times. These are times when either my sin or just living in a sinful world causes me pain and grief, and it reminds me of this Friday. I think back to His friends and family watching Him be nailed to the cross, hearing Him speak words of love over those who hurt Him. I think about Mary, her mama heart about to beat out of her chest as she fought back her desire to hurt those who touched her son. And in my dark days, I think “this is happening because Friday…”
But Sunday happened. And without Sunday, Friday is just darkness, injustice, malice and greed. Sunday redeems Friday with a mother’s gasp, running feet, and tender greetings. Sunday is when He did what He said He would, and where He made it right.
We live in Friday here but Sunday happened. This changes everything.
To the friend who will wander into church this week, hoping to find a friendly face, hoping that there is something more than just living hours and hours of Fridays….Sunday happened.
To the mom who cried this week because she felt like a failure…Sunday happened.
To the man who was just served divorce papers…Sunday happened.
To the child who thinks they are worth nothing, that no one could ever love or like them, who tries to please others just to get some acknowledgment…Sunday happened.
To the person who stole this week…Sunday happened.
To the woman who thought her child was just a group of cells, and decided that abortion was the answer…Sunday happened.
To the person who attended another wedding last weekend and cried out of loneliness…Sunday happened.
To the woman who avoids church this week because seeing children just reminds her of her infertility…Sunday happened.
To the pastor who has worked hard on his sermon this week, and spent the rest of the week looking at porn…Sunday happened.
To the man who was fired…Sunday happened.
To the man who was told he was no longer in a family because he is gay…Sunday happened.
To the couple who will smile this week and dress in their sunday best, but live lives of quiet desperation and emotional divorce…Sunday happened.
To the man getting high right now…Sunday happened.
To the child moving to a new foster home…Sunday happened.
To the woman lying in a hospital bed after disease has changed her normal…Sunday happened.
To the single mom wondering how she is going to pay those medical bills…Sunday happened.
To the person who is so angry at God right now, who wants to scream at Him…Sunday happened.
To the person who thought about suicide tonight…Sunday happened.
We live in Friday…but Sunday happened. And unbelievably, that day isn’t the end of the story. Because of Sunday, we are invited to live in a relationship with Jesus. Not a religion, not a ritual, not a rulebook. An intimate relationship with Him. We are invited to follow Him, walk with Him, and He promises to change us. Why do I believe in Sunday when I live in Friday? Because He’s changed ME.
And so I live in Friday, and I remember that Sunday happened…and there is coming another day, a day when faith is made sight and I will see His face. All will be made right, and there will be no Friday.
How can I pray for you in your own Friday?
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