This week was hard for no reason in particular except for the entire universe.
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those
days when the universe itself seems shattered
and the shards of our world lie littered about us
in pieces. We all will experience those broken
times when it seems we can never be put together
again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who
conquered death—Sunday will come. In the
darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief,
Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday