Palm Sunday, 2022

It was the first "normal" Palm Sunday since 2019. The congregation commemorated Jesus' entrance into Jerusalem by marching around the block, then settled in to listen to the familiar Passion of Christ (Luke 22-23).

This time I paid attention to every word. When something has been taken away unexpectedly for two years, one appreciates it more. Moreover, the impossible has now proved possible--it can be taken away again.

The liturgical color of Palm Sunday is red, symbolizing Jesus' blood that will be shed later that week.

I wore a red shirt, as did many worshippers, and ruminated briefly on the symbolism of the red shirt in Star Trek (it means imminent death).

Given what we've all been through for two years, I don't think we need any visual aids to remind us.