Can you imagine Jesus died? You’re thinking “They killed GOD, what’s going to happen now?” You don’t know that he’s going to raise himself from the grave. To you it’s over. All hope is gone.
Sometimes I feel like that. Like its Good Friday and Jesus has left me. I’m alone and the world is on its way to complete and utter ruin. I’m terrified and in a panic about what’s going to happen. It’s then that I have to remind myself, “Sunday is coming”.
You see on Friday they killed him and all hope was lost but little did they know that His death happened for a reason. On Saturday it must have really sank in and the pain must have been overwhelming. I figure they were probably thinking “He’s gone and they’ll never let me live this down. I’ll be known as ‘That guy who believed the guy who said he was the Son of GOD’. Can you imagine? Then Sunday came and it all made sense.
So when crap happens and I’m left wanting to smack those who tell me “Everything happens for I reason.” I remind myself that this is Friday, and Sunday is coming. It may show up in a day or two or it may take fifty years but it’s coming so don’t give up.