It's Friday....Sunday's coming

When I was in high school I used to go to Niagara Falls every spring for a Lutheran Youth Convention. It was awesome because:

• no parents
• plenty of teenage boys who also did not have THEIR parents around
• we stayed on the Canadian side (right about where the casino is now) so we were "out of the country"

What I remember most (other than the boy kissing stuff which is really none of your business, but yes I did get my first real kiss in a beautiful garden park looking out at the falls, and if THAT's not one of the things that made me a five hankie romantic I don't know what did...)

...what I remember most is one speaker who gave a keynote speech of sorts at the beginning of the convention one year. He was talking to probably 500 teenagers or more in a huge ballroom in the hotel.

He started off talking about Good Friday and how dark and horrible that day was...but that Jesus knew Sunday was coming. Sunday all the bad would be erased.

All during his speech/ sermon/whatever you want to call it, he talked about all of the bad things we face in the world today, and how it's hard to keep hope and stay on the right track, but you have to.

He would say It's Friday, and...... (insert bad stuff here) ..... but Sunday's comin'.

He went on for at least half an hour, and got pretty worked up, more like a charismatic or a southern preacher than a staid Lutheran minister from up north.

At the end he screamed "IT'S FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAY!"

Every person in the place screamed back,

"SUNDAY'S COMIN' !!"

It was awesome.