Will Sunday really come?

Arlene here:
Of course it will.
Absolutely.
The Sunday of which I speak, is that Sunday of rest.
Rejoicing.
Happiness.

And I believe - we have those mini-Sunday's - every week, for a reason.
As a reminder of that glorious Sunday.
The Sunday of Sundays, if you will.

In fact, tomorrow is A Sunday.
Elder Joseph B Wirthlin spoke after his wife died.

At the beginning of the talk...
We hear of his heart wrenching grief.
Even mighty men of God
Experience grief.
Heart wrenching grief.
Did you know?

He shares this:
"When President Hinckley spoke at Sister Wirthlin’s funeral, he said that it is a devastating, consuming thing to lose someone you love. It gnaws at your soul."

Devastating - consuming - gnaws at your soul.
He knows, huh?
He really knows.
He, in fact, knows better than I know...but he knows what Shelley knows.

He continues:
"In the lonely hours I have spent a great deal of time thinking about eternal things.
I have contemplated the comforting doctrines of eternal life."

Contemplating, indeed.
Trying to wrestle meaning out of all of this.

Then his talk ends with this:
"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 will come.
That we may always know that no matter how dark our Friday,
Sunday will come
is my prayer, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

So the begging question is -
What happened in the middle of his talk?
How did he get from gnawing grief to - no matter our desperation, no matter our grief
Sunday will come.

He describes what happened as he contemplated the comforting doctrine:

"Think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.
On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark.
Frightful storms lashed at the earth. Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair.....
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated.....

It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.

...The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.

And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.

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."
(Talk in it's entirety here)

So.
What are we to do?
Tomorrow when we go to our houses of worship.
We seek to find what Joseph B Wirthlin found.

We seek to be comforted by the comforting doctrine.
We have a Savior.
He will save us from our grief.
He will save Shelley.
He saves.
Will it happen in an instant, and just be all better?
Not likely.
But can we become closer to Him whose life - gives us life eternal?
I believe so.

Jordan knew.
Jordan loved to go to church.
Jordan loved Sunday.
Jordan loved the Savior.

We can have that same Savior - in our lives.
And feel it this Sunday.
I think Jordan would like that.
For us.
For his Shelley.
I think he trusts that he doesn't have to be Shelleys Savior.
She ALREADY HAS ONE.
As do we.

Tomorrow...is A Sunday.