Palm Sunday - March 24
Mark11:1-10 Isaiah 50:4-7 Philippians 2:6-11 Mark 14:1-15:47
Palm Sunday is a strange moment in the
church calendar. It begins with a ritual observed only once a year, the waving
and blessing of palm branches while we listen to the story of an adoring crowd
joyfully welcoming Jesus as he enters Jerusalem ahead of Passover - the
festival of liberation. Palm Sunday gives us a foretaste of the Holy Week to
come. That mystical triduum of days meant to bleed into one another. Its
rituals will jostle us between fasting and feasting, darkness and light, fear
and joy. A flurry of incense and prayer will veil these days with feelings of
wonder and awe; creating a sense that the distinction between life and death is
not what it seems.
Jesus entered Jerusalem that day knowing
his death was imminent. My father died this past October after three years
battling a cancer he knew would eventually kill him. We made the most of those
final weeks with him in the hospital and then hospice. It was a sacred time for
me. Jesus certainly made the most of his final moments with his friends those
last days in Jerusalem. But wasn’t that Jesus’ modus operandi? – to live every moment to the fullest! FULLY HUMAN,
FULLY DIVINE.
Even though death will certainly enter
this Holy Week, we know it will end the same way it began – with rejoicing. In
the middle of my grief, I am heartbroken that there were so many things my dad
never got to fulfill in his lifetime, especially at the end. But with the
moments he was given, he lived a full life – one with fasting and feasting,
darkness and light, fear and joy.
Q: Given how Jesus Christ chose to live, do I need to re-examine my definition of a “full” life?
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