So I've had a bad case of the winter blues. Which means that nothing that I should be doing is getting done. My winter project list is just as long as it was when winter started. And suffice it to say I will be glad for Spring/Summer to get here.
Thankfully, the days are definitely getting longer. We are gaining five to six minutes of daylight each day. It doesn't sound like much, but over the course of a month, it adds up to hours.
I'm thankful for the sun. It is rising higher in the sky and I enjoy the brightness, although the clear skies that bring the sunshine also bring colder temperatures.
Over the past week I've been thinking about something I had heard. Part of the story says, "Sunday's Coming." So I looked it up. At first I thought it was lyrics to a Christian song, but in reality it is part of a sermon.
In no way do I want to say that my winter blues compare to what Jesus suffered, but it is a great reminder that if he could hang on until Sunday, then we can certainly hang on to get through the stresses and trials of our lives.
I found the following on a web site called Broken Believers, but the story and sermon is from Tony Campolo:
It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming!!
Campolo tells the story of a little preaching competition that he had with his pastor during servcies at the church where he attends. Dr. Campolo tells how he preached the perfrect sermon, perfect in every way. He had taken the congregation to the heights of glory. And as he sad down beside his pastor, Dr. Campolo patted him on the knee and simply said, "Top that." The older black pastor looked at him and "Boy, watch the master."
It was a simple sermon, starting softly, building in volume and in tensity until the entire congregation was completely involved, repeating the phrases in unision. 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 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 bone 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 coming.....
So for all of us who go through the ups and downs of life. Don't forget, Your Sunday is coming.