Who can forget Tony Campolo's incredibly powerful message from a number of years ago, It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming? Just in case you've never heard it, Tony Campolo, a pastor and university professor, recounted a sermon preached by an African-American pastor who repeated the It's Friday but Sunday's Coming! phrase throughout his entire message. In fact, that was the message!
You think you got problems, you got no hope? Well, I'm here to tell you that it's Friday now... but Sunday, well, it's a comin'!
That's a very loose paraphrase, but the message rang out clearly. It's one I haven't forgotten. I kept thinking yesterday, on Good Friday, about the hope of Sunday coming and what that really means.
Randy and I took our dogs up into the hills late yesterday afternoon. The view from the ridge where we hiked was breathtaking with distant snowy peaks and foothills starting to green up. We breathed in fresh mountain air and knew we had come to this place for more than a walk with Kramer and Kosmo who jetted up and down hillsides like white bullets, unaware of the mountain sanctuary we had entered.
We found a boulder and sat together. We clasped hands and prayed, thinking about the suffering of our Savior and Lord, his unfathomable sacrifice for us. Yes, it's definitely Friday with all its darkness and despair. Ah, but if I look out at the horizon, I can see that Sunday's coming is inevitable.
No matter what life holds for us right now, no matter what problems, uncertainties, seemingly hopeless situations, the empty cross and empty tomb point to Sunday.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here.; he has risen, just as he said." Matthew 28:5,6.
I'd like to live each day with Sunday awareness. He is risen indeed! That's something we can shout about!