We live in a Good Friday world. It’s as if (sometimes) hope is lost, death is winning, and fear reigns. Suicide rates climb. Divorce is rampant. Terrorism seems to lurk in every shadow. In fact, even our planet’s ecological survuval hangs in the balance. This is a world in crisis.
The first-century apostle had this to say:
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. (Romans 8:22-23, NIV)
Groaning, pains of childbirth. Creation–us included–groans in pain as we wait . . . and wait . . . and wait.
This is a Good Friday world.
But I love Tony Campolo’s take as he tells the Easter story: “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s comin’!”
Oh yes! Pain? Gone. Groaning? Turned into “Hallelujahs.” Sickness? Banished. Global wraming? Ancient history. Sunday’s coming!
And as we wait, we hope. We know the end of the story when “the kingdom of this world becomes the kingdom of our Lord.” Sunday’s coming.
And so, while we wait, those around may attempt to cover up the Good Friday pain (I know one radio station is doing an all-day comedy show and calling it “Good-as” Friday), yet we are content to sit with the groans, the sorrow, the feelings of loss because we know someday the reality will be as Jesus said: “Behold, I make all things new.”
It’s Friday . . . but Sunday’s comin’!