Today I think of my boy who is serving in the Air Force. In memory, I looked at this video from his graduation from Basic Military Training in San Antonio and cried. I miss him so!

In the darkest of nights there awaits a dawn.  When everything seems lost, remember that though it is Friday, Sunday is coming. Don't give up on Friday; Sunday is coming!

S.M. Lockridge's excerpt is so gripping and moving. There words are here:

It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.

It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, Father, forgive them. It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.

It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.

View the excerpt and allow this powerful Preacher to encourage you, as he does me every time I listen to him.

So a friend of mine told me about this video by Derek Webb that he thought that I would like/find interesting.

The lyrics and video are below; what do you think?

Here are the lyrics to the somewhat controversial song:
What Matters More lyrics

You say always treat people like you’d like to be
I guess you love being hated for your sexuality
You love when people put words in your mouth
about what you believe
make you sound like a freak

'Cause if you really believed
what you say you believe
you wouldn’t be so damned reckless
with the words you speak
you wouldn’t silently consent
when the liars speak
denying all the dying of the remedy

tell me, brother what matters more to you
tell me, sister what matters more to you

If I can see what’s in your heart
by what comes out of your mouth
then it sure looks to me like being straight
is all it’s about
it looks like being hated
for all the wrong things
like chasing the wind
while the pendulum swings

'Cause we can talk and debate
till we’re blue in the face
about the language and tradition
that He’s coming to save
and meanwhile we sit
just like we don’t give a shit about
fifty thousand people who are dying today


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