I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth.
And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord;
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and
Tony Campolo is famous for his story, It’s Friday, But Sunday’s Coming. I know that I’ve listened to his story of that sermon at least 25 times, and I never get tired of it. In fact, he’s admitted that he’s made a living off of that one story. Please watch the clip at the end, and you will see why.
But the point is that Good Friday (was there ever such a misnomer?) meant the end. For Pilate, Ananias and Caiaphus, the troublesome preacher from Galilee had been dealt with and life could get back to normal.
For the disciples, their hopes and aspirations, their dreams and ambitions ended with a thunderous crash. For some reason, I picture that scene in the first Indiana Jones movie, where Indy comes up on that swordsman grinning while whirling his sword, with all the people in the marketplace grinning in anticipation. Indy pulls out his revolver and shoots him, shocking the crowd into silence.
Kind of like that. Those people in the marketplace were looking forward to their champion slice Indy into kebab, only to watch him fall to a single bullet. In the same way, the disciples looked for a kingdom, only to find out just how puny and hopeless they actually were before Rome. With Jesus’ burial, reality tells them they are mere pissants in a system that grinds pissants to powder. There is no more hope.
That was Friday.
But Sunday’s coming.