The last few days I have heard people saying, “It might be Friday but Sunday is coming.” Meaning you might be facing the worst of times but relief is coming soon. I imagine that Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday morning must have felt like forever to the followers of Jesus. Each event we read in the Bible must have felt like eternity to them.
One night they are in the Garden of Gethsemane “praying” with Jesus, then he is arrested, convicted of a crime he did not commit, beaten beyond recognition, whipped nearly to death and sentenced to be crucified. Then he is hauling a cross that he can barely carry, he falls so the guards make another man, Peter (not the disciple), carry it for him and he arrives to Calvary.
They lay down the cross, placing Jesus on it, taking the long spikes, placing them on his flesh, taking a hammer and pounding away as He cries out in pain. They hammer spikes through his left hand/wrist, his right hand/wrist and his feet. Once they have finished they raise the cross so that it sinks into the hole dug for it. The scene is one of chaos as Roman soldiers gamble for his clothes, his mother, followers and disciples weep as Jesus just hangs there, struggling just to catch a breath. All of a sudden one of the thieves looks at Jesus and simply asks if he would remember him. Then Jesus tells this man, ”I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
A Roman solider then stabs Jesus in the side as his family and followers watch crying out begging them to stop, proclaiming Jesus is innocent. Water and blood flow from his side. I can’t imagine how they all felt when Jesus took his last breath, crying out, “My God, my God why have you forsaken me.”
Next they take Jesus off the cross, he is placed in burial garments, sealed in a tomb that is heavily guarded and there is no hope for all those who believed in him. That is just Friday!
They all have scattered, hiding and hoping they will not be found. They hide to stay alive and because they are all afraid due to the death of their Rabbi, mentor, friend and savior. Now they wait, discussing what they should do next. They just spent every moment of every day for the last three years with this man and now he is dead. Saturday must have been one of the longest days ever for them. Saturday must have felt like an eternity.
A few women head to the tomb to check it, but the stone was rolled away, an angel sitting on it, just to tell them Jesus is not there anymore. Imagine visiting a grave site and being told the person is not there. Crazy right!
As they turned to walk away, probably with mixed emotions, Mary sees Jesus in the flesh. I wonder what she was thinking, I mean if you saw a loved one alive after knowing they were dead, what would you think. She just sat at his feet as he taught, she saw crucified and now he stands before her, talking to her.
This is only a small piece of the story, there is far more exciting things that come later. You can read for yourself in the book of Matthew from chapters 25 to 28 to get more of the story.
Everyone has a Friday, waits through Saturday, but Sunday comes for us all. The resurrection was just as significant as the crucifixion, one does not exist without the other. We are not forgiven without one or the other.
Although my life is not going according to my plan right now, I am choosing to believe that if Jesus can resurrect on the third day then He can handle all of life’s problems. If Jesus can walk through life, teaching, healing and respond well even in suffering then I believe I can respond the same in my suffering.
Today is Sunday! Let’s celebrate His resurrection in our lives!
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