You’ve seen the sermon title, maybe you’ve heard the song lyrics…
“It’s Friday, but Sunday is comin’!”
I understand the sentiment, and it can be an encouraging truth in certain contexts…but it’s not the whole story! When we live our day to day lives as though we are in some kind of limbo between Christ’s death and His resurrection, we have missed the gospel.
I spent so many years waiting. Waiting to be as old as my soul felt. Waiting to have myself ‘together’ before fully surrendering to the Lord. Waiting to be able to say I had accomplished this goal or that task. Waiting until I felt my mind was healthy enough to be of any use for good.
I fear that as believers, many of us are living our whole lives in waiting.
Perhaps we are waiting to ‘get right with the Lord’ until we have cleaned ourselves up enough to be worthy of communion with Him.
Maybe we are waiting to take that next step we feel the Lord has impressed upon us until circumstances have aligned and it seems to make more sense.
Sadly, many of us wait to walk in the joy and hope and freedom Christ purchased for us on the cross until we reach heaven.
Yes, things are hard here and now. And certainly, we are in the “already but not yet”…very much experiencing the anticipation of waiting. We are still living in a broken world with messy, fallen people. In many ways, we are experiencing the despair associated with Good Friday as we anticipate with longing Christ’s return, when He will make all things new and we will no longer know the sorrow and pain of this world.
But friend, it is not Friday. Sunday has come and Jesus is risen! The implications of that are eternal…but they are also for today!
How often, though, do we walk around defeated and dejected, living as though we have no hope? We have no problem acknowledging we are sinners in need of a savior, we believe Christ is that savior and He suffered and died for us. We know we’ve failed God in our own attempts. We hang our heads in ‘humility’ or insecurity and spout off all of the reasons why we can’t do that thing God has asked us to do, why we will never be able to get past this habit or that character trait.
Whether or not we admit it, our actions often say that we are still living as though it is Friday.
Doubting…can you imagine what Jesus’ followers must have been thinking after the crucifixion? No matter how many times and ways He tried to warn them, they never really got it. All the way up until His final breath, they were expecting a triumphant king. God didn’t do things the way they thought He would. Could they have been wrong all along?
Where do our minds go when God doesn’t do things the way we think He should, or in the time we think they should be done? Do we trust that His ways are higher than our ways and His thoughts higher than our thoughts?
Fearful…there’s very little more frightening than the unknown for many of us. What were the disciples to do now? Their leader was gone. What was their purpose? The crowds had turned on Jesus, would they be turning on His closest followers now too?
What do we do when we are unsure of what’s around the bend? Are we anxious, spinning our wheels trying to manipulate situations so they remain in our control? Do we just give up and become complacent and ambivalent? Or do we rest in the knowledge that God is sovereign, and knew our entire lives before he formed the world?
Hopeless…Jesus’ followers had hung their entire system of belief on the fact that He was the Messiah. Jesus asks them right before He is taken from the garden, “When I sent you without bag, purse, or sandals, did you lack anything?”. Of course their reply is, “nothing”. Their needs had been provided, they had been doing miracles alongside Him, they followed his directions even when they made no sense because they trusted things would be as He said they would (go find the colt in the village up ahead, the one no has ever ridden? Oh yeah, and when you see a man carrying a water jar follow him to a house where you’ll find a room prepared for us to eat the passover meal together. No big deal.) But now…He’s gone. He could have taken Himself down from that cross, but He didn’t. He could have called down legions of angels, but He didn’t. Where was their hope to be found now?
Do we lose hope when we don’t see or feel the Lord’s involvement in our lives? Or do we trust that He is always working all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose?
Jesus is coming again and we may be waiting for the final judgement and that day when all is made right and new. But Sunday? Sunday has come!
Sunday has come, and He is risen!
We don’t have to live in doubt or fear, without hope.
What might be different if you were living as though Sunday has come, rather than Sunday is comin’?