Sigh … my worship bulletin and the palm fronds tossed on the floor seem much like the day of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. Palm branches had been torn from trees and waved high in the air as Jesus rode through the streets of Jerusalem on a lumbering donkey. Hosannas were shouted. And yet, the hosannas soon stopped. The palm branches were tossed aside. Hopes were trampled by shouts, whispers, and accusations.
As I glance at the bulletin and my own palm branches, I am reminded that during this week we have a choice. Some of us choose to shout our hosannas for a moment on Palm Sunday only to drop our palm branches on the floor when the hour of worship is over, leaving the scriptures and ponderings of what is to come during this Holy Week behind in the pews…tossed on the floor … left in the sanctuary … out of our thoughts as we walk away until Easter morning. Others continue to journey with our LORD during these days … leaving nothing behind … making a cross from both our palms and our prayers for us to carry with us during this most holy of weeks.
“O God, let there be nothing left behind or tossed away by me in these coming days. AMEN.”
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