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Thank God It’s Friday (Good Friday). Without Good Friday, there could be no Easter. We all know what Easter is about. I hope and pray that we will embrace the joy that blew away doubt, fear and hopelessness; the day that swallowed up the earlier believers on Friday but was conquered on Sunday. The following story can be found on a variety of internet sources: Tony Campolo recalls one Sunday when he had a little preaching competition with the head pastor of a church in Philadelphia that he regularly attends. As Campolo tells it, he preached a flawless sermon in every way. As he sat down next to the senior pastor, he patted him on the knee and said, “Top that!” The older black pastor replied, “Boy, watch the master.” Tony recalls that the older preacher got up and preached what he believes was the best sermon he has ever heard.
The message was straightforward and repetitious. The preacher started softly, building in volume and intensity, until the entire congregation was completely involved. All the time he kept repeating the phrases in unison. He went on for more than an hour and a half but kept the whole congregation engaged. The gist of the sermon went something like this:

“It’s Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where he was praying. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. The disciples are hiding, and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked and spit upon. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. The Son of Man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. See him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from his body. See the cross crashing down on his back as he stumbles beneath the load. It’s Friday; but Sunday’s a coming.

“It’s Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, ‘Father, forgive them.’ It’s Friday; but Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble and he who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God, who will not abide with sin, pours out his wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, ‘My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?’ What a horrible cry. But Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. And at the moment of Jesus’ death, the veil of the temple that separates sinful man from holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday’s coming.

“It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that’s because it’s Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday’s a coming.”

Hope you will be in service this weekend either here at Trinity or in your home church.


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