Every day, we’re crawling toward Sunday. Because every seven days, the world over, the Christian church gathers to celebrate the life, death, resurrection, and soon return of Jesus Christ our Lord.
Through Scripture and prayer, songs and sermons, confession and supplication, joy and lament, we haul our broken bodies and heavy souls back to the place we find our rest and healing—the satisfied cross and the empty tomb and the new life of God’s Spirit breathing among his gathered people.
Then we feast on bread and wine, looking back to our Egyptian slavery and our Passover rescue, looking back to the pierced body and shed blood of our Lord, and looking forward to that great feast we’ll finally enjoy when God makes all things new.
So if you’ve been crawling all week, and you’re not sure you can crawl any farther, just keep crawling. If you’ve been crawling all week, and you feel like you’re the only one, don’t believe the lie. Keep crawling, because many will be crawling in right beside you. And keep crawling, because you don’t have to rise to meet the dawn Sunday morning represents. He’s already risen, and you’re raised up with him.
It may seem like the difficult days and impossible weeks and unbearable months and unlivable years will never end. But it’s just not true.
Because here comes Sunday, reminding us that one day soon, the final week will come to an end, and an unending new week will begin as the new creation dawns in fullness. Then all our Sunday’s will flow into a cosmic celebration as heaven and earth are rejoined once again.
So keep crawling toward Sunday. I’ll see you there.
adapted from original article 11/26/17
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