What a difference a day makes

Unless you’re not listening to, or watching the news, you can’t have missed it. Everybody is talking about. Some people have been waiting for it for 30 years. Some people simply didn’t want to happen. And, to be honest, most people don’t really care. But you can’t have missed it. Yesterday, it hadn’t happened. But today everyone is talking about it. Liverpool are Premier League Champions! What a difference a day makes. Tuesday was a day that made a difference. On Tuesday Boris announced that weddings could again take place. Suddenly, from having no idea when the wedding could take place, plans could be made, excitement began to rise, and preparations swung into gear. What a difference a day makes. On Wednesday, I received a call from my sister. She had been to visit my mum in hospital. The news was good. Mum was doing much better than the day before and the doctor told my sister that my mum was going in the right direction. We were even told mum might come home today, Friday. Surprised as we were, it appeared that mum was on the mend. We were having to turn our thoughts to figuring out how to manage mum being at home again. Then, yesterday, while I was in East Surrey hospital in my role as Chaplain, my sister sent an urgent message to me and my brother. Mum had taken a turn for the worse and suddenly we were faced with the probability she might not live more than a couple of days. What a difference a day makes. But, we have hope. And so does mum. On a hill a couple of thousand years ago, a man hung on a crude wooden cross. It seemed that everything he’d said and promised and talked about how come to an end. Hs friends ran off and hid, too scared to show their faces. His followers dispersed, disappointed that, once again the messiah tuned out not to be. But, on Sunday morning, his tomb was empty and he appeared to his friends. It turned out he was alive. What a difference a day makes! And what a difference that days makes today. The world is unpredictable, random and sometimes cruel. It doesn’t always go as we would wish. It mostly doesn’t go as we would wish. We don’t what is around the corner. But we do know that one day our body will give out. It will stop working. One day we will die. As followers of Christ, we also know that, when that day comes, that Sunday morning of a couple of thousand years ago is what makes the difference. It will make a difference to my mum, who has been waiting for this moment for most of her long life. And it will make a difference to me, my brother and my sister. What a difference a day makes.