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  • Writer's pictureChristopher Looby

Palm Sunday

We have just heard the climax of the Greatest Story Ever Told. We hear it every Palm Sunday – and we will hear it again on Good Friday. It is a story of monumental suffering, and love, that has been proclaimed from pulpits around the world for centuries.

It speaks for itself.

But I would like to share just one thought about something that is a vital and meaningful part of this weekend. It is the part, in fact, that gives this Sunday its name.

Last week, I visited a friend who lives alone in a small apartment. Hanging on the wall was a crucifix that had been in his family for many years. And tucked behind the cross was a long, dried out palm branch – a remnant from Palm Sunday past.

That was a sign to me of not only the deep attachment we have to our palms, but, most importantly the story that we just read.

It is our story, yours and mine.

Five weeks ago, we received ashes. We were reminded of our mortality, our sinfulness, our need for penance and prayer. But those ashes weren’t just scraped together from the bottom of somebody’s fireplace. They were the remnants of burned palms.

Today we stand here again, five weeks older. Maybe, hopefully, five weeks wiser. And we hold in our hands new palms. New growth.

And it begs the question: How have we grown since that one Wednesday in February?

What have we learned?

How have we changed?

And what will we do with the promise, the potential, that we now hold in our hands?

Our hope and our prayer is that we have been renewed during these weeks. And, just maybe, these leaves can serve to remind us of that.

Lent is bracketed, bookended, by palms – the loss and destruction of them at the beginning, and the green new leaves – restoration — at the end.

Ultimately, that is what these weeks are about. Burning away, clearing out, and cultivating something new. That is Lent.

So: Take these palms. Let them be a reminder of this week that we are beginning — the holiest week of the year.

But we shouldn’t just leave it at that. Don’t just tuck them behind a cross or a holy picture and take them for granted. Let them also serve as a challenge. And a remembrance.

They challenge us to remember…Christ’s suffering and death – the triumph of that ride into Jerusalem, and the tragedy of Calvary.

They challenge us to remember…our role in that passion – that what Christ suffered, he suffered for us.

But they also challenge us to remember…what will become of these palms…and become of us.

As we heard five weeks ago: Remember that you are dust and to dust you will return. The ashes were washed away. But these palms stay with us – offering silent testimony, bearing witness, calling on us not to forget what we are, and what we will be.

That is what our Lenten pilgrimage has been about.

My prayer this Palm Sunday is that we carry that idea with us, just as we carry these palms.

Because in a sense, each of us this day holds our future in our hands.

What will we do with it?

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