Have you ever heard someone say, "It's Friday, but Sunday's coming"?
The catchphrase refers to Good Friday (which is tomorrow). It's the day that the Christian world commemorates the death of Jesus on the cross.
I can't even imagine what it must've been like to witness the death of Jesus. Scripture tells us that the sky grew unnaturally dark from the sixth to the ninth hour, which would have been noon to mid-afternoon. That alone would have had me rubbing my eyes in disbelief. Then add an earthquake, split rocks, and open graves.
I know myself. I would've been cowering somewhere for sure.
That's exactly what many of Christ's disciples were doing at the time. Of the twelve, only John remained at the cross. The others ran scared. They hid, hopeless. Their leader was killed. Their dream gone.
On Friday, it seemed all was lost.
I've had many "Fridays" in my life. These are the days when I experience crushing disappointment. My expectations and hopes are slapped across the face. God's blessings seem far away, and — as much as I hate to admit it — His power seems small. What can He really do in the face of X situation or Y problem or Z challenge?
But, even though Good Friday wasn't a whole lot of fun, it had an important purpose. Christ had to die to pay the price for our sins. Without His sacrifice, salvation would not be possible.
I have to come to terms with the fact that God has a purpose for my Fridays. When I'm up against a wall I can't climb or a rock I can't move, it's not just God making things hard for me. He's trying to teach me something, deepen my faith, or turn my wayward heart back to Him.
There's one more important thing about Fridays. They are never, ever the end. It may be Friday, but Sunday is coming.
What happened on Sunday? Christ rose from the dead! He conquered the grave and put the plan of salvation into motion.
No matter how many days, months, or years I feel like I'm stuck in a lingering Friday, I know that Sunday is coming. Sunday is when Christ helps me overcome the challenge, claim victory over the defeat, and find resolution to the conflict. Sundays are a second chance. Sundays are a gift from God.
I'm so grateful for that resurrection Sunday when Jesus had victory over the grave. It gives my life purpose and meaning.
I'm also grateful for the little Sundays I experience in life. And I have an eye of faith for that great and marvelous Sunday when I reach the last chapter of this life and meet my Savior at the pleasing bar of God.
If you're stuck in the depths of a Friday, I'll leave you with some words a dear sister once told me. She said, "When I'm feeling down, I pray, Lord, I don't like where I'm at right now, but I thank you for the victory you've already prepared for me."