From Isaiah 53
He was despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid our faces from him . . . and we esteemed him not.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and he opened not his mouth.
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to our own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
It happened on Friday — the betrayal, the arrest, the passion, the crucifixion of Jesus. It happened on Friday. But Sunday’s coming! There are Friday’s in every life, Fridays filled with grief, loss and shame. But remember it’s only Friday, Sunday’s coming!
Jesus is dead. He is in the tomb that feels so excruciatingly final. It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!*
* From a sermon preached by Tony Campolo, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!”