Palm Sunday.
I’ve been picking up palm fronds at the backs of many sanctuaries I’ve called home for nearly fifty years. The processions and procedures vary. No church does it the same; not all pageantry is created equal. Sometimes the children process with the palms. Sometimes the choir. Sometimes others. The green is there to remind us of the greater good that took place on that first Palm Sunday. Vaguely, we remember … shadows really, a thick film of dust and years surrounding the scene, preventing full disclosure. All we can do is to imagine. And as imagination goes, mine has been dulled over time.
“Hosanna!” they cried. Save us. A clarion call for deliverance … for a king.
If only they knew what would bring them peace.
I know. You know. But do they know – the countless others who didn’t have a palm branch thrust into their hands this morning?
No wonder Jesus still weeps over his world, even as he wept over Jerusalem 2000 years ago. The world is still looking for its king not realizing that his coronation has already taken place. In our hands we hold crowns adorned with precious jewels of preference and passions, and we search for a head that will adequately fill the frame … fit the mold.
But our preferences and passions weren’t … aren’t the jewels of Christ’s crown. His father’s preference, his father’s passion fashioned for him, instead, a crown of twisted thorns that pressed past flesh to unleash the cleansing flow of perfect redemption – one drop after another until all sin was covered up and fully cleansed by grace.
We need to remember this. We need to press pass the vagueness, move beyond the veil, and take hold of the truth of that moment. We need to pick up our palm branches this week and wave them before our God and shout with fervent faith the same plea that rang out as the Passion Week unfolded.
“Hosanna!” Save us.
Shake us.
Show us.
Shape us.
This is my King. This is One who has saved me. He is the all the Peace I need.
The time for deliverance is now. Our King is here. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord, and blessed are we who hold this truth in our hearts! As always…
Peace for the journey,
Yes! What a beautiful reminder to my heart of the enormity of this week. It is so easy to let familiarity rob me of the passion and the preciousness of this week. Thank you for reminding me to seek it, to embrace it. I love you, friend. Have a blessed Resurrection Day.
Thank you Elaine for reaching down deep and writing about the things we REALLY need to be thinking about and processing here at Easter time! He did it all for me! Let me never forget this!
Love you my faithful friend!
Marilyn
Amen. His beautiful love for our Father, His great grace for us who get Heaven. How can I keep from singing!?! Glory, the King has come! Blessed be the name of the Lord!
May His name be magnified, and many be set free!
It’s been awhile since I visited, I’m always blessed when I do.
God bless you Elaine!
wifeforthejourney:
Loved watching you at the beginning of our 11:00 church service at the altar. You are such an encouragement to me, especially the way you are not in a hurry to move from one part of the service to another. It is good for me to pause and to read and to consider what it means to cry out “hosanna” to the Lord. May we all take hold of the “truth of this moment” whether its us reading the Gospel account of Jesus’ hero’s welcome in Jerusalem, or for us to realize that our need for a Savior is no less today than it was on that first Palm Sunday.
Love you,
Billy
In order to be saved, one must recognize the need to be saved. I pray for people and nations around the world to wake up to their deep need for a Savior.
Hosanna.
GOD BLESS.
What a wholly, “holy” adequate prayers to pray! Joining you, friend.