“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!” 

I’ve heard it so many times….And it’s so comforting that the pain of Friday will be taken away when Sunday comes.  Today I wondered….What if Sunday doesn’t come? 

The question popped into my head because it seems like before we let ourselves spend too much time on the pain of Friday, we quickly switch our minds to the glory and joy of Sunday.  And in that quick switch, I believe we are missing something.  

I spent time this week thinking about the disciples, Mary and those who were the core people who traveled with Jesus.  You can imagine that on Friday, they were definitely not thinking about Sunday.  I can’t imagine the pain and bewilderment they felt at Jesus death.  Did they wonder how they had gotten everything so wrong?  Maybe even wondering why it had ended as it did, and how they had wasted the last few years of their own lives.  It probably did’t help that they most likely were in fear for their own lives and the fact that their friend that they loved had died.

I’ve tried to imagine how they would have been feeling, but my own pain and experiences in life fall short.  For which I am throughly grateful.  I’ve felt the sting of death, fear, anger, want and betrayal, but never all at once.  At this point, could they even imagine going back to their old lives or how God could use them in the future? 

And as I thought of their hopeless state, I wondered about others who are in their “Friday”?  Do they have a “Sunday” to give them hope?  Even more so I wondered, are we actually someone’s “Sunday”?   Maybe we are the ones that God intends to use to bring that Sunday hope into the lives of those around us.  

So on this Friday, don’t rush past it to Sunday.  Take some time and let the hopelessness of those early followers break your heart.  It won’t feel good, but when our hearts are broken, that is the time where God can use us best!  

God bless….and Happy Easter!