On our recent pilgrimage to the Holy City, we walked the passageway called Palm Sunday Walk, the site which is traditionally used to commemorate Jesus' own entry to Jerusalem on a lowly animal. We envisioned the shouts of "Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest!"
Along the way we encountered a colorful burro which brought to mind the beginning of His Journey to Suffering, Death, and Triumph. Is it possible that Jesus perhaps walked on these same cobblestones, and that the palms we saw were descendants of those laid down for His path?
Today, Palm Sunday, we shout Hosanna to our King - as Fr. Ron said today, may we shout this out loud, not just in Church, but to our family, our jobs, our world! -Kathy L.
Palm Sunday itself was splendid- with brilliant sunshine. Father Sean was nice and dry as he blessed the palms outside Mt. Carmel at the 3:00PM mass.
The procession is a moving towards Christ. The palms remind us of those that greeted Jesus as he came into town on the road Kathy described, as depicted in Anette's Holy Land picture.
Tonight the reading of the Passion at 6:30 mass had new meaning for me. I was the Voice in the story. The Voice speaks the words of Peter who promises to stand by Jesus no matter what, yet fails to do so 3 times. It is also the Voice of Judas, and Caiaphas, the High Priest.
I did not like speaking Peter's words of denial, and wonder how many times I do that in day to day life by not showing my Catholic self. I wonder how many times I am a Judas, who betrays someone he loves for money.
I did not like what the Voices said, especially when the voice was my own.
I hope to have a holy Holy Week, and I wish the same for all of you.
blessings, Lucy
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