It was the darkest of days.
The world turned dark. The thunder rolled. The veil was torn. The earth shook and the people fell to their knees.
Hope seemed to be lost in that day. It was a Friday. It was a Friday we know as a Good day, but in that moment, I’m sure it seemed far from good.
“It is finished” Jesus cried.
And to the disciples, to the followers, those words must have torn through their hearts like a knife. Finished? How could it be? Where was the hope? This is it? Where was the promised messiah? Is this really happening? He’s there, on the cross, dead. Hope seemed to die with him on that tree.
Friday was a dark day, and I’m sure Saturday was dark too. But Sunday, oh glorious Sunday. Sunday fulfilled the promise. Sunday, which we commemorate and celebrate in a few hours, fulfilled the promise of salvation. Jesus rose! Death lost its sting, the grave was defeated. Oh beautiful, wonderful Sunday! It came to fruition. On the cross, Jesus took it all. He took our pain, our shortcomings, our failings, our hurts, our shattered dreams and broken hearts. He took on the burdens of humanity so we wouldn’t have to.
That’s how we have hope. The days can be so very dark, but we have hope in Jesus. Jesus endured the darkest of days so our burden could be just a little bit lighter. The burden is heavy, but He’s right next to us, carrying it with us. I’ve had some dark days. I remember a late night, a season of depression where I felt smothered to the point where I didn’t know how I could go on. I almost felt like I couldn’t breathe, but in the moment, I knew. I knew He was there. There was a battle, but He was there, fighting for me. There have been seasons of financial difficulty where I didn’t know how we would pay for groceries after that week. All of my dreams, all of my plans felt like they were slipping through my fingers like tiny grains of sand. But in that moment, I knew. I knew I still had hope, because He was there. I’ve been in frightening situations, on the brink of shattering abuse or assault. One step in a certain direction could have changed everything. But I believe He guided me. I KNOW He guided me.
I think of friends right now who are enduring pain I can’t even imagine. Medical diagnosis with an unsure future. Unimanigable loss of a child or spouse. The aftermath of abuse. Pain and suffering that seems unbearable. In the cloud of pain and darkness, there’s always a glimmer of hope. A promise of eternity shines ahead, illuminating our journey that can be marked by pain and doubt. There is hope in the cross, hope in the empty tomb. We can rise with confidence. Even when we strain to see ahead through our tears, He is ahead. He is leading this journey.
That’s why tomorrow is so important. Tomorrow paints the picture of perfect hope. To the follower of Jesus, everything is dependent on that bloodstained cross and on the empty tomb. It may seem bizarre and unbelievable to some, but it’s what we cling to. He is the King, He died for us, and He rose again, defeating the darkness and pain of this world. Does it mean life is perfect? No. Does it mean that the life of the Christian is easy? Of course not. But through it all, we can cling to this truth. And one thing is for certain:
We have hope.