I think of how dark that day was when Christ was lifted up on the cross. On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth. Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
Mary Magdalene, and Mary, the mother of Jesus were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless on the cross. On that Friday the Apostles were devestated. Jesus the Savior- the man who had walked on water and raised the dead- was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. The Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
...but the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind. And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the Living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
Each of us will have our own Fridays- those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death-
Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
2 comments:
Stace! I loved that, it made my day. Thanks for being incredible!
Thank you for sharing that!!! Beautiful. :)
P.S. It was great to see you today. You are THE cutest pregnant woman I have EVER seen! Love the nursery, too!!! Very much you and very cute!
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