When Sunday Comes…

As I was driving home with my children, “When Sunday Comes” performed by Daryl Coley started playing on my stereo. I’ve heard this song many times but for some reason, it hit a little differently this time.

I don’t know if it was because my thoughts had been swirling and perhaps at that moment I was seeking resolute guidance from God. But what I do know is the Holy Spirit began caressing my soul.

I felt overwhelmed but not in a bad way. Overwhelmed by the calm encounter with God. The lyrics of the song circulated through my car like a fresh wind. The words were an immediate reminder that trying times eventually come to an end.

It’s often difficult to stay the course set before us especially when the road ahead seems long and unbearable. The pavement may be broken. You may have to take a route that you never anticipated.

At some point, you may find yourself at an unexpected but much-needed place of rest. And then afterward, you inevitably have to get back on the road and keep going.

As I listened to the words of the song I was reminded of Jesus’ suffering. On that Good Friday leading up to His crucifixion, it was long, unbearable, and literally broken.

He had the power to stop what was to come. Yet He knew that the cup given to him was filled with a greater purpose.

After what appeared to be the destruction of the Messiah, there was great grief as His body was buried in the tomb.

But then, early on Sunday morning, He rose!

On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came to the tomb, bringing the spices they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb. They went in but did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men stood by them in dazzling clothes. So the women were terrified and bowed down to the ground.

“Why are you looking for the living among the dead?” asked the men. “He is not here, but he has risen! Remember how he spoke to you when he was still in Galilee,saying, ‘It is necessary that the Son of Man be betrayed into the hands of sinful men, be crucified, and rise on the third day’?” And they remembered his words. (Luke 24:1-8 CSB)

The Friday of our circumstances may seem long, hard, and painful but just as the women who had followed Jesus, we too must remember his words.

If we write his words on our hearts (Luke 7:3 CSB) and keep walking [with God], deliverance will come. Refuge will come. Breakthrough will come. Healing will come. Sunday will in fact come and the glory of the Lord will rise among us.

When you are walking towards your own Sunday, what are the promises of God that you store in your heart?

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