There are no children coming down the aisle with palm branches singing “Hosanna Hosanna Hosanna in the highest” There aren’t any aisles to be seen- just a hallway. A stripped-down, less than, robbed of the usual PalmSunday is what it feels like…
BUT it’s the opposite of that! This year we have no distractions; no alter, no choir, no piling people in the car, and no fancy clothes to wear. This year in my leggings, lopsided ponytail, makeup-less face, and a t-shirt that should never see the light of day… I bow down. It’s just me. It’s just Holly at her ugliest, who needs a shower, standing at the city gates anxiously awaiting my Messiah
I am not hiding behind any falsehoods because I am sheltered in place. All the things I miss are stripped away and I realize how unknowingly I’ve hidden behind them. This year I sit alone on my balcony with a palm branch in hand. Today in a quiet moment I place my branch at his feet and bow before my Messiah! I see Him face to face this year. I have a front-row seat I’ve never had before. He looks me in the eyes and in one glance He assured me He is still on the throne. This week will bewilder, shock, scare and grieve me as I watch my country in crisis. This week- this Holy Week- will be one for the ages. This stripped-down Palm Sunday has made me acutely aware that He comes to save in ways I can’t always see or understand. He is Hosanna. He comes in the name of the LORD!
“They broke off palm branches and went out to meet him. And they cheered: Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in God’s name! Yes! The King of Israel!” John 12:13