Where I live, it was ironic how the weather mirrored the Holy days we observed this past weekend. On Good Friday we had terrible storms. The clouds were a very dark gray, there were extremely strong wind gusts, an onslaught of rain, chance of tornadoes, and some of the loudest booms of thunder that I ever heard. Lightning struck one of our trees. There were pieces of bark all around the tree and some pieces were even thrown a good sixty feet or more. You can see, on both sides, the whole line where the lightning went down the tree. We received severe weather alerts on our phones and email. We were advised to stay indoors and off the roads if possible.
On Good Friday over two thousand years ago, Jesus was arrested with no cause. One of His own disciples betrayed Him. They called false witnesses to testify against Him. They put a robe and a crown of thorns on His head, while mocking Him. They demanded a murderer be set free, and that Jesus be executed. They beat Him and made Him drag His own cross. They nailed His hands and His feet to the wood. They put Him up in the air so that all could ridicule Him. His face became distorted as He took on the sin of the world. Jesus died, paying the penalty for every one of us.
On Saturday we had a very windy day. We picked up some of the debris that was caused from Friday’s storm. Meanwhile, our clothes and hair whipped around in the wind. It was a struggle to walk at times, with wind gusts reaching 19 mph. The sky changed throughout the day, blue at times, while cloudy at other times.
On Holy Saturday, over two thousand years ago, things were changing. Jesus’ friends felt as though all hope was gone. They couldn’t understand why Jesus had to die. They didn’t know what their lives would look like now. But God had a plan, which they couldn’t understand yet.
On Sunday here, the weather was beautiful. It started off cool, but warmed up in the afternoon. The skies were clear as could be, with a pretty blue shade all around. It was a peaceful and quiet day.
On Resurrection Sunday over two thousand years ago, there was rejoicing in Heaven and on earth. The stone that had been placed in front of Jesus’ tomb had been rolled away, and the tomb was empty. Jesus had risen from the grave. Death could not hold Him. He defeated sin, He defeated death, He saved the world. He who knew no sin, erased our sin. He did that for you, for me, and for every single human being. What a magnificent day!
It’s amazing how things can go from hopeless to glorious in a matter of days. From dark and dreary to bright and brilliant. Just when we think life has become meaningless, God can turn it all around. He is always working, even when we don’t see anything physically changing in our lives. Never give up hope! ✝️