Today is Good Friday, where there's good news for bad sinners like us: Jesus died for our sins
Resurrection Sunday is coming, where we remember He is risen ... indeed!
As we look forward to our Easter weekend services, we pray you will be encouraged wiith us. And we want to encourage you to reach out to those who don't know Christ to invite them to tune in to our church messages at our church website. Here is an outreach card you can print and personalize to give to unbelievers: https://media-cloud.sermonaudio.com/text/410201633371043.pdf
May these below poetic preached words from S.M. Lockridge encourage you this Friday as we await Sunday coming (and the day when we can gather again on Sunday!)
It’s Friday. Pilate’s struggling, The council is conspiring, The crowd is vilifying They don’t even know that Sunday’s comin’
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 a comin’
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 comin’
It’s Friday, See Jesus walking to Calvary, his blood dripping, his body stumbling and his spirit burdened
But you see, it’s only Friday, Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, The world’s winning, People are sinning, And evil’s grinning... The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands To the cross They nail my Savior’s feet To the cross And then they raise him up Next to criminals. It’s Friday, But let me tell you something: Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday. The disciples are questioning What has happened to their King And the Pharisees are celebrating That their scheming Has been achieved But they don’t know it’s only Friday, Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, He’s hanging on the cross, Feeling forsaken by his Father Left alone and dying, Can nobody save him? It’s Friday, But Sunday’s comin’
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, Satan’s just a laughin’ It’s Friday, Jesus is buried, A soldier stands guard, And a rock is rolled into place But it’s Friday, It is only Friday, Sunday is a comin’!