Easter Sunday. It’s not listed as a federal holiday, most people don’t get off work for it, and yet millions of people still celebrate it every year. It, like other holidays, has been commercialized and turned into a consumeristic event. Bunnies, eggs, and candies are what most people associate with Easter. Yet for us as Christians, Easter is the celebration of our Savior defeating death, defeating the tomb, and defeating Satan. For a brief time Satan actually thought he had won, but that glorious Sunday morning proved otherwise. I want to share with you the text of a famous speech that reflects this idea:
“It’s Friday. Jesus is praying. Peter’s sleeping. Judas is betraying. But Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. Pilate’s struggling. The council is conspiring. The crowd is vilifying. They don’t even know that Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd. Mary’s crying. Peter is denying. But they don’t know that Sunday’s a comin’.
It’s Friday. The Romans beat my Jesus. They robe him in scarlet. They crown him with thorns. But they don’t know that Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. See Jesus walking to Calvary. His blood dripping. His body stumbling. And his spirit burdened. But you see, it’s only Friday. Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. The world’s winning. People are sinning. And evil’s grinning.
It’s Friday. The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross. They nail my Savior’s feet
to the cross. And then they raise him up next to criminals. It’s Friday. But let me tell you something, Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. The disciples are questioning. What has happened to their King? And the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved. But they don’t know it’s only Friday. Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. He’s hanging on the cross. Feeling forsaken by his Father. Left alone and dying. Can nobody save him? Ooooh It’s Friday. But Sunday’s comin’.
It’s Friday. The earth trembles. The sky grows dark. My King yields his spirit.
It’s Friday.Hope is lost. Death has won. Sin has conquered. and Satan’s just a laughin’.
It’s Friday. Jesus is buried. A soldier stands guard. And a rock is rolled into place. But it’s Friday. It is only Friday. Sunday is a comin’!”
Praise God for the empty tomb!