As we prepare this week for the celebration of the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus, I thought I’d share the following excerpt from Dr. S.M. Lockridge’s famous sermon, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.” There’s a link to the YouTube recording of this if you’d like to hear him preach and read along.

It’s Friday.       Jesus is praying; Peter’s asleep; Judas is betraying; but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.       Pilate’s struggling; the council is conspiring; the crowd is vilifying; they don’t even know that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.      The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd; Mary’s crying; Peter is denying; but they don’t know that Sunday’s coming.  

It’s Friday.      The Romans beat my Jesus; they robe him in scarlet; they crown him with thorns; but they don’t know that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.      See Jesus walking to Calvary; his blood dripping, his body stumbling; and his spirit’s burdened; but you see it’s only Friday; Sunday’s coming

It’s Friday.      The world’s winning, people are sinning, and evil’s grinning.

It’s Friday.      The soldiers nail my savior’s hands to the cross.  They nail my savior’s feet to the cross.  And then they raised him up next to criminals.  It’s Friday; but let me tell you something; Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.      The disciples are questioning, what has happened to their king.  The Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved. But they don’t know its only Friday.  Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.      He’s hanging on the cross; feeling forsaken by his followers, left alone and dying, Can nobody save him.  It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday.      The earth trembles, the sky grows dark; my king yields his spirit.

It’s Friday.      Hope is lost, death has won, sin has conquered; and Satan’s just a laughing.

It’s Friday.      Jesus is buried.  A soldier stands guard.  And a rock is rolled into place.

It’s Friday.  

It’s only Friday.  

Sunday is a coming.