They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, “Hosanna! ” “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Blessed is the king of Israel!”
We celebrated Palm Sunday today at church.
It was so, so sweet.
The children entered the auditorium waving palm branches and singing 'Hosanna' and the whole place was filled with a sense of celebration and joy.
The children made their way down to the front of the auditorium, skipping along, waving those palm branches with all their might. Some of them were, ah, very enthusiastic. Those palm fronds created a breeze across the first several rows of seats.
And some of the children, as the song went on, began to let their enthusiastic palm frond waving interfere with the personal space of their neighbors.
As in, some of the kids were getting pelted in the face with the leaves of a palm frond, wildly waved by the kid next to them.
It was funny. And cute.
Because I thought it was a perfect picture of the impact of Passion Week upon the world.
For some of us, the triumphal entry of Jesus into the annals of history is a refreshing breeze of hope and help from heaven. The events surrounding His sacrifice, His burial, His resurrection, bring fresh breezes of salvation.
And for others of us, the palm fronds of His entry can slap us upside the head, make us face questions we don't want to, force us to come face to face with this historical figure that we might grant was a good man and a compelling teacher. But we're not ready to call Him the Son of God.
Palm fronds in the hands of children.
And teaching anew the way that the story of Christ is often received.
As refreshing as a new spring wind.
Or as stinging as a slap in the face.
For He came to bring a sword.