In Anticipation of Joy
On this Good Friday, I woke up thinking about the weight of this day. The crown of thorns, the splintery cross, the jeering crowds, the darkness and depth of death.
And then, rather unexpectedly, I started thinking about the total and complete joy of Easter Sunday. I suddenly remembered the Easter Sunday tradition of greeting one another with “He is risen,” and answering “He is risen indeed!” What rejoicing there is on Sunday morning!
The bright dresses and eggs, the hymns pouring out of church doors, the family gatherings. It’s like we all come out of the death of winter and the mourning of Good Friday. Our celebratory Easter traditions reflect outwardly the hope we have because of Christ’s resurrection.
So today, I will remember Christ’s death, the suffering, the darkness.
Tomorrow, I will remember Christ’s sacrifice, taking my sin as His own.
And on Sunday morning, I will awake with the joy of a tomb discovered empty.
For He is risen…
He is risen indeed!