What is it about Fridays that makes them so special? Special enough that we don’t usually say, “Thank God, it’s Wednesday!” Sorry Wednesday, but Friday gets that honor.
We can say “Thank God it’s Friday” with a sigh of relief. Whew! The work week is over. Done with the daily grind. Once again we barely made it without a breakdown—the end of the week came just in time. We can also say “Thank God it’s Friday” with giddy anticipation toward the weekend. No struggling with the snooze button tomorrow morning. Friday night we can relax, unwind, and enjoy thoughts of a weekend without appointments, reports and traffic jams.
Thank God it’s Friday.
The work is done. “It is finished” (John 19:31) we hear from the blood-crusted, cracked lips of the ultimate laborer. Jesus worked salvation for us to the very end so that all work to get right with God is over. There’s nothing left to do, even for the worst sinner. The sacrifice has been completely paid, and God has accepted the price. Although forgiveness didn’t come cheap, for us it is free. Thank God it’s Good Friday. The work is done.
The freedom is here. We have been “freed from our sins by his blood” (Revelation 1:5). No more slavery to the law and its cursed call. You better be good, all the while knowing we’ll never be good enough. Obligation to perform, like Christianity is some kind of duty or job description, has been replaced by opportunity to please God as his children. We can make choices between good and good with freedom, like choosing between weekday fun or weekend fun. Thank God it’s Friday. The freedom is here.
Normally we don’t speak of the day that someone died as a good day. Once in a while, however, I’ll hear a devout Christian express those terms about another Christian whose physical pain or mental anguish comes mercifully to an end at their death. Which begins their new life in heaven. This is true only because of divine truth. And the greatest divine truth is this: someone died on a FRIDAY to be your Savior.
Thank God It’s Friday.