Sunday is Coming... Hallelujah!

We are taking just a little break right now from our walk through Matthew.  That is not to say the Gospel is irrelevant at this time.  Obviously, nothing is further from the truth.  But I want to keep going in order and not jump around.  And since the message of Easter is ALWAYS relevant, we can touch upon it again as we progress.

Today, I am bringing out a thought that came from a song I like.  It is called Sunday (by Tree63).  Here are some of the lyrics:

Someone’s saying a prayer tonight

For hungry mouths to be filled
Someone kneels in the dark somewhere
And darkness is already crumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday comes

Sunday – Hallelujah – it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Sunday – Hallelujah – it’s not so far, it’s not so far away

Broken promises, weary hearts
But one promise remains:
Crucified, he will come again
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming

Friday.  Good Friday.  As a kid, it always bothered me that it was called "Good" Friday.  Did Jesus think it was good when he was on the cross?  None of the words ascribed to Him that day were "thank you."  In the garden, He had even asked for the cup to be taken from Him.

What was good about it?  It was progress.  It was going in the right direction, and it was moving.  The darkness was already crumbling. We can't have Sunday, without first having Friday.  We can't have God, until our sin has been destroyed.

Sunday.  We can make it.  We can face the whiny kids, scary deadlines, mean people, lack of funds, anything and everything because of Sunday.  Our Friday does not last forever.  Darkness is already crumbling.

When I was pregnant with my first child, I was terrified of giving birth.  The status quo was fine with me compared to the pain I was certain I would hate. Though, as the pregnancy came to the last month, it was clear that there would be more pain in perpetuating the gestation than getting through it.  Labor and childbirth were not easy.  Can't say I really enjoyed it the first time around.  But do you know how quickly I forgot about that pain after getting to know my baby?  Our second child was born about a year and half later.

Where are we now as a church?  The world comes to us and asks us why there is pain in the world.  Why do children suffer?  Why do hunger, cancer, and hatred steal the lives of the seemingly innocent?  People don't like our answer.  That is why they continue to question.

But just as the Friday of the Fall gave us sin, The Sunday of Jesus's arrival gave us our hope of salvation and resurrection.  Good Friday took our sin and buried it. Easter Sunday resurrected our hope of a perfect life with our Father and our Savior in heaven.  

Since Christ's exodus to our home in this dawn of the age of the Spirit's dwelling, I believe we are even closer to Sunday than ever before.  Our hope can be our expectancy.  Our Sunday is upon us.  

Getting to Friday, getting to the delivery room, getting the crack in the dam only means that salvation is imminent.  The life of a child -- or a child of God -- is around the corner.

Good Friday is the promise of Easter Sunday.  Easter Sunday is the hope of life forever with Him. Praise God.  Hallelujah. It's not so far away.