What do you know?

Isn't it nice when you have the advantiage of knowing the end of the story. I don't mean when someone ruins a good mystery by blurting out the ending before you have finished reading or watching. I mean when you are reviewing history and can look at a difficult situation and realize it is okay because you know how it ends. Easter is one of those.

Friday, looked like anything but good for those who witnessed the lies, the sham of a trial, the beating, the crown of thorns and the cross. It had to be devastating to witness all of this for those who thought that Jesus was the real deal. Because even though he kept trying to tell them, they didn't listen or didn't understand that this was the plan and that he was choosing all of this so their salvation would be possible. You see, Jesus knew that it was Friday and things looked bad, but he also knew that Sunday was coming. We know that as well.

So we can call a devastating day "Good", as in Good Friday. Because we know that it was not the end, but actually just the beginning. The opening act for Easter Sunday. It was Friday, but Sunday was coming. Sunday when the stone was rolled away. Sunday when the tomb became empty. Sunday when the annual greeting began, "He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!" Sunday when the ladies would be asked, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, he has risen!" Sunday when the provision for our salvation was realized.

Yes, we know. But as I told my children more often than they care to remember, "Don't tell me you know, show me you know." It is time, to show what we know.

He is Risen! (We know that on Friday, Sunday is coming. How cool is that?) He is Risen! ...