We can only try to imagine the sorrow that gripped the hearts of the followers of Christ that weekend. Their Master had died. The miracle worker. The blind eye, deaf ear, lame limb healer. The Teacher of truth, the Prince of power, laid still in a cold, dark tomb. It shouldn’t have surprised them. It’s not like Jesus didn’t know it was coming. And He took many opportunities to tell them about His impending death. But He was also careful to tell them of His Resurrection. He was careful to tell them that, yes, they would see Him betrayed. Yes, they would see Him condemned to die. Yes, they would see Him beaten, bruised, and bloodied.
And they would see Him crucified. Early in His ministry he told them, “As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so also must the Son of man be lifted up.” The bronze serpent was a symbol of judgment for sin, and was lifted on a pole, which is exactly how Jesus died. He warned them repeatedly that He would die, and would be in the heart of the earth. “Just as Jonah was in the belly of the whale 3 days and 3 nights, so will the Son of Man be in the heart of the earth.” But just as the whale could not hold Jonah when God ordered His release, neither could death or the grave hold Jesus when God commanded His release!
He had told them, “I lay down my life. No man takes it from me. I have the power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again.” Jesus did not conceal His death, nor His Resurrection. But throughout that entire weekend, the disciples were fearful, the women were weeping, and the earth was sorrowful. *Even though Jesus had foretold His Resurrection, how many knows that there is a certain deep degree of disappointment, grief, and despair, where we don’t remember the promises of God very well? There are times when we don’t keep the promises of God in the forefront of our minds and hearts.
All of Jesus’ followers were having a hard time of that. And I was reading this verse, John 20:1, this week, and I came to the part where it says, “The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, while it was still dark…” That word “dark” stuck out to me. It was physically dark, but it was also emotionally dark. It was dark in many hearts because they forgot the promise. They forgot, or didn’t understand, the promise of Resurrection. That death would not be the end, but a brand new beginning. That His death would bring life, and that He would live again. Mary came to the tomb early in the day, when it was still dark. *But the darkness in the physical realm was no match for the blackness which had invaded her soul, her heart, her mind.
And we get like that. We have those periods of darkness, don’t we? We have those “dark nights of the soul,” when things seem so bleak, so disappointing, so discouraging, that we lose our focus, and lose our perspective, and we lose sight of the promises of God. Our remembrance of the promise is crowded out by the overwhelming sense of dark, dismal disappointment. But with the literal Resurrection of Jesus from the dead comes a living hope for us. The hope is that, though things may be black, it may still be dark, but that doesn’t mean that God is not at work. It doesn’t mean that He is not right now raising up what we’ve had to bury.
I don’t want to debate the issue of what day Jesus was crucified on, but it couldn’t have been Friday, because that wouldn’t be 3 days and 3 nights. But for the sake of argument, let’s say it was Friday. There have been, both songs and sermons that have been delivered by using this phrase: “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!” And if I can borrow that for a few moments, what I want to tell you today is that with God, there is always a Sunday after a Friday. *Friday is representative with the darkness, and bleakness. But Sunday is symbolic of deliverance, Resurrection, and restoration.
So, you may be here today and you may be hurting. Your soul may be reeling from a Friday experience. *Your dream has died, your hope has been buried, and your belief has been buried.
Well I just want to tell you that it might be Friday right now, but Sunday’s coming. Let’s see what we can learn from this story. See if you can’t identify. It was Friday, but Sunday was coming. It was Friday, and Jesus was dead on a tree. That was on Friday, but Sunday was coming. It was Friday, and Mary was weeping. It was Friday, and the disciples had been scattered, running every direction. It was Friday, and the disciples had locked themselves in a room for fear. That was on Friday, but Sunday was coming!
It was Friday, and the hearts of men were black with disappointment. Women were wailing, and men were muttering. Kids were crying, and His followers were fearful. That was on Friday, but Sunday was coming! It was Friday, and the cynics were scornful. The doubters were doubting, and the skeptics spoke with sarcasm. That was Friday, but Sunday was coming! It was Friday, and dreams had been shattered, hope had been lost, and belief had been buried. But that was on Friday - Sunday was soon coming!
It was Friday, and the forces that oppress, afflict, infect, and inflict pain were seemingly in control. But that was because it was Friday, Sunday was coming! It was Friday, and Pilate thought he had washed his hands of a lot of trouble. The Pharisees were struttin’ around, laughing, and boasting. They were in great celebration, but they didn’t know that it was only Friday - Sunday’s coming! And when the clock of time rolled around, and Sunday morning came, it was still dark by all appearances. But as Mary approached the tomb, she saw that the stone had been taken away from the door. And Jesus wasn’t there. The angel said, “He’s alive!”
Now listen, and I’m almost through. The Bible says, in Matthew 28:2, “There was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door.” Now I’ll tell you what interests me. There was a great earthquake. The ground shakes, the earth trembles, and the angel of the Lord removed the stone. That tells me that when God gets ready, He will shake some things up! He will loosen what’s been tightened, and open what’s been sealed. When God gets ready, there’ll be some shaking going on!
But here’s what gets me. There is no indication, in any of the accounts of the Resurrection of Jesus, that Mary or anyone else noticed the earthquake. None of them says anything about her being afraid, confused, perplexed, shaken - nothing. It was like a non-effect. But that tells me this. That there are times that God can be shaking things up, loosening things up, opening things that were sealed, and bringing forth deliverance, and you don’t even know it! She came while it was dark. Her heart was dark, and she didn’t even recognize that God was moving some things for her. She didn’t realize that God was opening up what she was worried about being sealed up.
And I’ve just got a feeling this morning, that for someone in this house, God is shaking some things loose, opening some things up, bringing some things out, that’s going to bring a new level of victory into your life! It may be Friday right now. Things may be dark and dismal. But don’t worry about it. Sunday’s coming! Take hope from the story of Easter. For the same God that raised Jesus up from the dead, will work on your behalf, to bring about the deliverance that you need to get you From Darkness To Deliverance! “Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
It may be Friday now, but lift your head, and lift your heart, look on the horizon, and be filled with hope - Sunday is surely coming!
