When I was young, growing up in the Catholic church, we loved Palm Sunday. We would sit in the church pews during the sermon and make crosses out of the palms. We would give them to older people who didn’t know how to make them. We would search the church floors for them after service. We would sword fight with the longer ones. We would make trades with them. It was like getting a favor or a party bag at an event.
What I always personally liked was the symbolism it brought. It was a physical reminder that Easter was coming. Easter was always awesome for MANY reasons:
1. You get a brand new Easter dress.
2. The music in church is always good because EVERYONE comes to church on Easter, Christmas and Mother’s day.
3. There was usually an Easter Egg hunt for the church youth.
4. Theres a level of celebration that is insurmountable. You’re happy because of new life. New beginnings. Spring. Joy!
And of course you’re preparing yourself for the possibility of the return of the Savior. Now thats the part that kind of gets lost in all the fuss.
Christian or not you have to admit that the story of Jesus is interesting and relevant. Palm Sunday he had friends, admirers, and I even dare to say he had fans. The people who lined up to watch him perform miracles were the same people lined up to see him tormented, tortured and eventually killed. He was betrayed by the people he gave his life to protect.
Today started off rough. I woke up tired.
I had an appointment at the mechanic for 9am. My car sounds like a spaceship right before liftoff and I need to remedy that before my annual inspection. So being that I snoozed the alarm multiple times and defeated the purpose of setting it, I had to FLY!!!
I grabbed my kid, put her in some sweats, popped a bottle in her mouth, threw on my grey “day off sweats”, ate a granola bar and drove as fast as I could while on the mobile phone and cleaning the junk out my car as well. After I left the automobile I realized I needed a ride home. I’m usually a great planner but I wasn’t today. Im not a fan of buses and I had house slippers on and my hair was in a big poof. I looked absolutely nuts. While im walking towards the cab station, a woman coming from a church service hands me a palm. I thanked her, handed it to my daughter and kept walking. Watching my 10 month old look at the palm and maneuver it in her small hands brought back memories and got me excited.
We came home to clean the house, open the blinds, crack the windows, organize, read together, eat, sing, and just enjoy preparing for new life!
No matter what/who you believe in, hope is universal. Grab a little of it and stretch it out and add water and smear it all over your face!! Tie it around your waist and adorn yourself with it!! Throw it at people like a water balloon and watch it break through their despair and drip down their doubt!!
May you be blessed, touched and transformed this Easter! Orrrrrrrrr…you can Shutyamouthandcallmeugly