Palm Sunday…what is about those little kids waving their palm branches in procession down the aisle, when we know that moments before they were lined up out in the lobby whacking each other over the heads with them?
I wouldn’t miss it for anything.
It’s something I remember so well from my own childhood.
Something about Palm Sunday.
The teacher pulling the branches out of the florist box and handing them out to us.
The feel of it waving in my hand.
The smack of it over my head from the kid behind me.
The giggle as I returned the favor to the kid ahead of me.
We didn’t have a clue what it was all about.
Something about Jesus and Easter.
A refreshing break from the routine of every other Sunday.
Marching down between the rows of people singing Hosanna.
Standing in front of all of them waving these huge green leaves.
It all seemed so fun and exciting…but we didn’t have a clue.
And that’s the point.
The events we commemorate on Palm Sunday through Easter happened the first time to a people that didn’t have a clue.
With 20-20 hindsight, I often think I get it…but I can be just like the younger me.
Blind to why He came. Blind to what His purpose was. Blind to so much.
I can be all about the celebrating, and quickly change my tune when I get to the suffering.
I like the party, but will pass on the sacrifice.
I wave the palm branch when it’s popular, but am nowhere to be found when things get ugly.
As we enter into the final week between Palm Sunday and Easter, I invite you to join me in putting yourself in the story.
Let’s fully engage in the remembrance of the events of the final days leading up to the crucifixion and then fully celebrate the Resurrection next Sunday.
Grab your palm branch and let’s ….. journey onward <3