It is impossible for me to truly fathom what it was like for those close to Jesus, what they went through on that Friday so many years ago. The anguish, the heartache, the sorrow, the hopelessness. Loss so deep that it just sits on you, it’s in your bones and you wonder how, or if its even possible to go on. Their son, their friend, their teacher, their Savior gone. Gone, after being tortured and mocked in front of crowds of people. Gone and they did not realize what Sunday would bring.
Life can sometimes feel like that Black Friday. Saturday comes and you don’t know how you will have the strength to roll out of bed. You are unsure if you can endure more or when the tide will change. You find yourself barely keeping your head above water, grasping at a sliver of hope. Easter Sunday reminds me and I hope reminds you that your current circumstances are not the end. What your eyes see is only a part of the story. There are still songs to be sung and you will sing them, there are dreams to be dreamt and you will dream them, there is more life to live and you will live it. Friday and Saturday may do their best to knock the stuffin’ out of you, but they do not win. Love Wins! Hope Wins! Good Wins! We Win!! Hold on my friend & look to our Risen Savior, Sunday’s comin’!!
Do not abandon yourself to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song. – Pope John Paul II
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