Sermon Tone Analysis

Introduction

I want to spend a few minutes tonight talking about sight and vision.

For most of us we have grown dependent and accustomed to valuing a thing by how we see a thing.

If someone is driving a BWM, we have a thought that this person must be well off.

Conversely if someone is driving a hooptie, we don’t have the same thought about being well off.

A few off us might be a little deeper and think about other reasons.

Here’s another example, growing up, if perhaps you were like me you might have done something, and an adult chastised you, while trying to guide you at the same time, saying something like this: “Mark my words, if you continue, XYZ will happen.”

If you were like me you paid attention to those words just long enough to get out of trouble but you didn’t catch the vision of what the adult was trying to say, and in those cases we did it anyway.

The King James Version of says this:

Turn with me to , and we’re going to pick up the during the last 3 hours on the cross:

Did you catch the vision?

Turn to your neighbor and ask them did you catch the vision?

The topic of our time together tonight is the vision from the cross.

Let’s pray.

In the last 3 hours of His life, even through all of the pain, the betrayal understood that He needed to die, so that we would have a chance to live.

I want to close with this.

Pastor S.M. Lockridge wrote the following, which I’ve adapted for tonite.

It’s Friday.

Jesus is praying.

Peter’s a sleeping.

Judas is betraying.

They don’t have vision, But Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

Pilate’s struggling.

The council is conspiring.

The crowd is vilifying.

They don’t have vision, They don’t even know That Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

The disciples are running Like sheep without a shepherd.

Mary’s crying.

Peter is denying.

They don’t have vision, But they don’t know That Sunday’s a comin’.

It’s Friday.

The Romans beat my Jesus.

They robe him in scarlet.

They crown him with thorns.

They don’t have vision, But they don’t know That Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

See Jesus walking to Calvary.

His blood dripping.

His body stumbling.

And his spirit’s burdened.

But you see, it’s only Friday, They don’t have vision, Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

The world’s winning.

People are sinning.

And evil’s grinning.

They don’t have vision,.

It’s Friday.

The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands To the cross.

They nail my Savior’s feet To the cross.

And then they raise him up Next to criminals.

It’s Friday.

But let me tell you something, inspite of not having vision, Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

The disciples are questioning.

What has happened to their King.

And the Pharisees are celebrating That their scheming Has been achieved.

But they don’t know It’s only Friday and they can’t see.

Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

He’s hanging on the cross.

Feeling forsaken by his Father.

Left alone and dying

Can nobody save him?

Ooooh It’s Friday, only one at his side saw, but others didn’t.

But Sunday’s comin’.

It’s Friday.

The earth trembles.

The sky grows dark.

My King yields his spirit.

It’s Friday.

Hope is lost.

Death has won.

Sin has conquered.

and Satan’s just a laughin’, he doesn’t understand the vision.

It’s Friday.

Jesus is buried.

A soldier stands guard.

And a rock is rolled into place, they still don’t have the vision.

But it’s Friday.

It is only Friday.

Sunday is a comin’!