On Palm Sunday the Episcopal congregants roused themselves from their torpor and exited the church. Led by the cross, we marched around the block, commemorating the Lord’s entry into Jerusalem on a path strewn with palm leaves.
We listened to the story of Christ’s passion, how he was betrayed by those closest to him out of greed and fear. We felt his despair as he was abandoned by those he loved. And near the end of the play we joined with the crowd in yelling “Crucify him” and “Free Barabbas” in acknowledgment of our own sin and weakness.
This journey from triumph to tragedy and then to ultimate triumph is the best-known tale of Western civilization. On Palm Sunday we scarcely took notice of the clouds in the distance as we walked under the sunny skies, singing,
All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer King!
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring!
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