Fresh perspectives for your daily journey.
Did Friday Know
What Sunday Knew?
by Joe Di Francesco
Worship Leader, Author
They say that hindsight is 20/20. How many times have you caught yourself or someone else saying ‘if only I knew then what I know now.’ On the ‘now’ side of things the picture seems a lot clearer. Knowing what you now know, would you have done things differently? Would your reaction have been different? Would you have trusted a little more, loved a little more, believed a little more, been more compassionate and understanding? On the ‘then’ side of things it was as if you were walking through a dense fog hoping it would dissipate quickly.
The lens of life seemed out of focus, didn’t it?
The apostle Paul so accurately articulates this for us in 1 Corinthians 13:9-12 where he describes our knowledge as being partial and incomplete as though were are seeing things darkly and imperfectly like puzzling reflections in a mirror. Walking through dark times, our perception may lead us to believe that things are hopeless, that they will never get better – or worse – this could be the end. You keep hoping and praying things will turn around but they don’t. You are experiencing that “deferred hope that makes the heart sick” (Proverbs 13:12).
I imagine that this is what Jesus’ disciples must have been thinking as they watched Him die on that tragic day. Barely recognizable, the bloodied mess they called their King was now hanging lifeless on a cruel cross as they looked on in utter disbelief and horror.
The disappointment, disillusionment and loss of hope they felt must have been crushing. After all was said and done, they were left with the gut-wrenching heartache of Him being buried, along with all their hopes and dreams. That was this side of the cross. That was Friday… Saturday must have seemed even darker. Still reeling from the searing loss of their Messiah, Lord and King, they were left behind to sift through the rubble of confusion, anger, despair, doubt and fear.
Trying to wrap their minds around what happened the day before. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. The high hopes and expectations they placed in Jesus, their Savior, were suddenly dashed, evaporating like a vapor. Finding themselves in the devastating aftermath, I wonder if they thought they had been deceived. Had they known this was going to happen, would they still have believed in Him?
Would they still have left everything to follow Him? Why would He bring them this far only to leave them now? Thank God this isn’t where the story ends. Little did they know that while they were enduring Saturday’s darkness God was getting ready to shine Sunday’s brilliant light on them. As Luke winds down the gloom of Luke 23, he recounts for us the hope of Luke 24:1 beginning with a small but life-changing “But…” When all seemed lost, hope was rediscovered in the words “BUT very early on Sunday morning...”
On the other side of the cross everything changes. From the dawn of that day nothing has ever been the same. As Jesus reintroduces Himself to His disciples in a new light, scarcely believing their eyes, their hearts begin to swell and beat with renewed hope and life. They now understand what they couldn’t have imagined just a few short days ago. Their purpose and resolve
have been reinvigorated, their faith reignited and their love for and devotion to Him forever sealed.
The resurrected Christ had reappeared to them, never again to leave them even for a moment – for all eternity!
This is the essence of the Easter story. He came to bring hope and offer abundant life to each one of us. His good and precious promise to never leave us or forsake us is ours for the keeping. If you feel like you’ve been living in Friday’s gloom, take heart – Sunday’s about to dawn when the Son will rise to melt away the despair enshrouding you. The fog of life will soon be lifted and the picture gets clearer once again.