Reflecting on Palm Sunday 2019
I’m having a terrible time writing a reflection for Palm Sunday.
I’ve been trying to come up with a good idea, but everything I come up with seems trite, too “pious.” Consequently, all kinds of unhelpful things are cluttering up my mind. Like what?
Like: When I was a kid and the Mass was all in Latin, was the Gospel read in Latin? Was that why it seemed so l-o-n-g?
Like: Why, when the Gospel is read by several people, do those of us in the pews always get the mean parts? “Away with this man! Release Barabbas to us!” Or “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself.” Or, best of all, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
Like: I wish I’d never said yes to writing this blog.
But, I did. So here’s my one slender thread of a thought.
Does Palm Sunday mark the beginning of the last chapter in the life of Jesus? Or does Palm Sunday mark the end of believing that there is a last chapter in the life of Jesus? Or in the life of any of us?