Palm Sunday procession in Jerusalem
And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Philippians 2: 8
Palm Sunday is a march of many meanings. Jesus enters into Jerusalem. We enter into Holy Week. The agitated crowds shout and murmur. They think Jesus is a warrior who will save them from an oppressive occupation. We join right in with our own confusion and cynicism, our own joyful enthusiasm and reluctance and sarcasm and opinions.
But there is something about Palm Sunday that is out of our control, same with the rest of Holy Week, As much as the church through the ages has tried to limit and historicize Holy Week, the Spirit resists that kind of packaging. The drama that unfolds in the narration of the end of Jesus’ life is the drama of all human life. No, that’s wrong. It’s the drama of all life. We come to the great gospel story as pilgrims who have walked through Lent and arrived at our destination. It’s not Disney or a luxury hotel. It looks and sounds more like a street riot that we’ve come to.
We come as people who have stumbled into church; maybe it was a close call between church and the bagel shop. That’s okay. We’re all in the crowd and the story takes us in. The spirit speaks to each of us. I hope that there will be some blessing, some insight or something for each of you in the Holy Week services. Enter into the great days of the church with quiet minds and hearts. Just listen, pray, meditate, let your hearts absorb the words of the scripture, the hymns and the prayers. I look forward to seeing each one of you.
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