Reflections on Palm Sunday
(Guest Blogger Tom shares his reflections on Palm Sunday with words and pictures--he has a great way with both. th2hombre.com ) I am such a knuckle-dragging Christian. I revere Easter, and know that as night precedes the dawn, Palm Sunday precedes Easter by exactly one week. But somehow or other this morning, I went to church clueless that today is Palm Sunday. The day the Jesus entered Jerusalem astride a donkey, proceeding over branches and palm leaves, fulfilling the prophecies of the coming of the Messiah. This is the beginning of Holy Week, or Semana Santa in Spanish. This morning's realization that this is Palm Sunday overtook me like a blessed breakthrough in the clouds, a fresh and gathering tailwind, a bouquet of sweet chaparral along a rough hilly trail. I've had a glow inside me ever since. And in the bargain, I've been chrono-transported to a Palm Sunday I relished four ye...