And so I find myself cup overflowing with thanks for this Sunday Jesus. This stone rolled back looking for his beloved Mary in the garden Jesus so he could show her that Easter always comes after Friday. And it has me thinking about the Fridays I've had in my life, those dark days when hope seemed lost and me, soul weary and numb, and how that never sticks because of Easter. Thank God for Easter. No, seriously, thank God for Easter. And I'm wondering what Fridays you are mired in and if you know about Sunday, when Jesus rose above that and put it under his feet so that you can too. Put evil under your feet. Do it every time you fall to your knees and call upon the name of Jesus, saviour of Easter, who responds by whispering to your heart to come and rest in him and let him show you that there are always Fridays, but there is always Sunday too. And some day Jesus will come again, and then Friday will be abolished and there will be a new earth and it will always be Sunday. So I'm clinging to the life ring of Easter with hands puckered from being in the water so long and I'm gathering my family around it to hang on too because this Jesus, he's the real deal. What are you clinging to?
This is me being real. Thankful for Sunday. Thankful for Friday that makes Sunday all the more sweet. Asking Abba to come. Come Lord Jesus, come.