Misplaced Joy
A reflection for Palm/Passion Sunday Growing up, I have to admit I always looked forward to Palm Sunday… quite often because we did make a big deal about it at church. The congregations that I was a part of weren’t necessarily that big on the various days of the church year, but Palm Sunday was certainly one of the big ones. Hosanna, Loud Hosanna, the Little Children Sang! All Glory Laud and Honour, to thee redeemer king, for whom the lips of children, their sweet hosanna’s ring… it was largely a day that seemed to be tailor made for children. In celebrating the joyful triumphal entry of Jesus into Jerusalem, it was very much a part of that whole parade mentality. I have to say that I enjoyed it! Who wouldn’t? Everyone loves to be part of parade… But as I grew older, I began to realize how misplaced all of this joy and celebration was. After all, if Easter was the real celebration, and Good Friday was between now and then, then why all of this celebration and palm-branch waving? I beg...