On
Sunday we begin our holiest week of the year.
We enter a narrative that is a story as old as time and a song as old as
rhyme. From moments of joyful prayers of
“Hosanna”, to intimate breaking of bread and sharing a cup, to kneeling beneath
the cross, to the silence of Saturday, and to an Easter morning where hope and
love leap forth from a tomb. This
story is our story. Moments of
welcoming God into my life joyfully like on Palm Sunday. Moments when I gather with those I love the
most at a meal and feel connected like on Maundy Thursday. Moments of heartbreak and soul ache,
especially when I realize my own brokenness and mistakes and missteps at the
cross ~ nor does violence save us either.
To moments of stillness when hope is not even on the horizon. To the serendipitous ways of the Sacred that
beautifully baffles me like on Easter Sunday.
This is your story too.
Where
has your heart been filled with joy recently?
When
has a meal connected you to someone in a new way?
When
have you felt the grief of loss and the weariness of the world?
When
have you been speechless?
When
have you felt your Spirit leap with Easter love?
Your
experiences and encounters of living Holy Week are a prayer to God. Bring your prayers and whole life to worship
this Sunday as we welcome the One who rides on, rides on in majesty in our
hearts and shows us the way of life in such a time as this. Hosanna.
Amen.
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