Sunday is Coming

 


Good Friday, everyone! And it is. The Friday right before Easter, the day we remember one of the most important events in human history.

At Christmas we remember a life. On Good Friday we remember a death.

We know Easter is coming. We know that Jesus doesn't stay dead. We know that there will be light and joy when Sunday finally comes. But today, it's only Friday. There is no hope. For the disciples it was all over. 

They were hiding in the dark. Maybe we'll be next.

Peter had denied Jesus. Can you imagine his guilt?

Judas had betrayed him. He couldn't live with that knowledge.

And Jesus... Jesus was alone. Utterly, completely forsaken. 

We can't imagine what it was like to be the Son of God in His moments on the cross. He had always existed with God the Father's presence. He didn't know what it was like to be separated from the Father even for a moment. But God the Father is all holy. He is all good. He cannot stand to be in the presence of sin. And so, in the moments when Jesus took the sin of the world on Himself, God the Father was not there. He could not be in the presence of sin, and so He could not be in the presence of His Son.

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus cried. Can you hear His agony? Abba, Father, where are You? Why, oh why, am I all alone? He could have gotten off that cross. He could have called on the angels standing by to stop the people from killing Him. But He didn't.

Why? I don't think I'll ever fully understand. But I know this: He loved me - loves me - enough to die a horrible death, separated from all goodness and light, so that I might come to the Father. He died for me. He died for you. 

"But He was pierced for our transgressions; He was crushed for our iniquities; upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with His wounds we are healed." -Isaiah 53:5

We are healed...

So, it's Friday. 

Despair reigns. Darkness falls. Satan and his minions are laughing, certain of their victory.

It's Friday.

The disciples are hiding. The women are weeping. Jesus is dying.

It's Friday.

He takes His last breath. The ground shakes. The veil of the temple rips in two. 

It's Friday. 

He's gone. There's no hope. They bury Him in a borrowed tomb.

It's Friday. It's over.

But Sunday is coming!

Tally ho,

Rachael Anne

P.S. Here's the video that inspired this post! It's Friday... But Sunday's a Coming! - YouTube

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