Holy Monday

 

The Echoing of Holy Monday

 

Between “Hosanna” and “Alleluia” there is a week called, “Holy”;

Between Palm Sunday waving branches enthusiastically

and the fragrance of lilies and bright brass on Easter, there is this Monday.

What do we do when the echoes of singing joyfully yesterday start to fade?

We might compose a shopping list to get supplies for Easter brunch.

          Head out early to the store before all the Reese Peanut Butter-shaped eggs sell out.

          While there are still eggs on the shelf that we can dye.

          While there are still hams and scalloped potatoes to buy.

Or…we might compose a different kind of list.

What simmers in your soul on this day after Palm Sunday?

Remembering that “Hosanna” means, “Save us,” where do you, like Peter who tried to walk on water only to find himself sinking down, need Christ’s hand to reach out to rescue you?

Rescue you from an inner critic that loves to point out all your fumbles and stumbles and falling flat with a splat on your face.

Rescue you from giants that sit on your shoulders ~ those family/mentors/colleagues who left a lingering impression on you and you want to impress even when they are not in the room.

Rescue you from too many medical appointments.

Rescue you from grief because we are not always sure how to process the pain. 

Rescue you from a spinning mind. 

Rescue you from a spiritual ache that no Morning Meditation can ever really fill.

Rescue you from outer voices who offer “feedback” to advise/fix/educate/save you.

Rescue you from outrage culture that keeps throwing logs on the fire of anger.

Rescue you from relationships that you cannot figure out how to forgive or be forgiven.

Rescue you from that gap between what you believe about God and how you experience God.

Rescue you from…fill in the blank with your own words.

 

Let your shy soul start a list of where you long to not just sing, “Hosanna” but experience the fullness of this word might open on this Monday of Holy Week.  Amen.