Beside of my laptop lies a stack of worship bulletins from Palm Sunday ... found abandoned on pews and rescued from the recycling bin. It seemed much like the day of Jesus' entry into Jerusalem, doesn't it? Palm branches torn from the trees and waved at this man who is riding through the streets of Jerusalem on a gentle donkey. Hosannas being shouted. And yet, the hosannas stopped and the palm branches were left behind, dropped along the roadside.
As I look at the stack of bulletins and glance at my own palm branches, I realize that we have a choice to do the same. Some of us choose to shout our hosannas for only a moment and drop our palm branches when the hour of worship is over. Some of us continue to journey with our Lord during these days. Yes, some leave the branches and scriptures and desire to be present with our Lord behind ... tossed on the floor ... left in the sanctuary ... out of their thoughts as they walk away until Easter morning while others make a cross from both their palms and their prayers to carry with them during this most holy of weeks.
" O God, let there be nothing left behind or tossed away by me in these coming days."
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