A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day
I’VE READ THE END OF THE BOOK
Twice I heard Tony Campolo deliver
his famous and rousing sermon
It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Comin’!
at the Great Auditorium in Ocean Grove
He drummed home the point
that everything may look bleak on Friday, but…
come Sunday, it’s a totally different story
Now, I’m not thinking of just any dark and bleak Friday
I’m thinking about the original Good Friday—
thinking the only reason I can bear
to contemplate that good and terrible day
is because I know
a few days later there was
a mind-blowing, miraculous Sunday—
…Resurrection Sunday!
The disciples didn’t have
the advantage I have—
They didn’t understand
life after death
couldn’t comprehend
atonement for sin
just didn’t get it
that their teacher and friend, Jesus
could die upon a cross
for the sins of the world
They didn’t know the future—
Sure, they may’ve read portions of the Scrolls
but they didn’t have the whole wonderful Book
I do have the whole Book
I’ve read ahead
and studied the pages
I know what follows
the Good Friday story—
The victorious hope-giving
hallelujah happy ending
I know my sins are forgiven
I know I’m going to live forever
Yes, I know what happened next
and that makes all the difference
Maude Carolan Pych
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