[Since some of us want a copy of the short piece shared in my morning message on April 5, it is given below. The reading (which I have modified somewhat) comes from a sermon presented by S. M. Lockridge.]
It’s Friday. Jesus is praying. Peter is sleeping. Judas is betraying. The council is conspiring. The crowd is mocking. But Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday. The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd. Mary is crying. Peter is denying. But they don’t know that Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday. The Romans beat my Jesus. They robe him in scarlet. They crown him with thorns. See Jesus walking to Calvary. His blood dripping. His feet stumbling. His spirit burdened. But Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday. The world is winning. People are sinning. Evil is smirking. The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross. They nail his feet. They lift him up and hang him between criminals. But let me tell you something–Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday. The disciples are questioning. “What has happened to our King?” The Pharisees are celebrating. Their plot is working. But they don’t know it’s only Friday. Sunday is coming.
It’s Friday. He’s hanging on the cross. Feeling forsaken by his Father. Left alone and dying. Can no one save him?
Oh, it’s Friday. The earth trembles. The sky grows dark. My King yields his spirit. It’s Friday. Hope is lost. Death has won. Sin has conquered. Satan is sneering. It’s Friday. Jesus is buried. A soldier stands guard. A rock is rolled into place. It’s Friday. It’s only Friday. Sunday is coming!