

Today the priest ushered us into the sanctuary while we waved the ribbons of palm leaves and sang a joyous hymn. I wonder how Jesus felt. Did he feel jubilant? happy? Think for a moment how you would really feel if transported back in time to the city of Jerusalem, exactly at that moment, watching Jesus the Christ riding upon a donkey, the sun beaming down, the air is hot and stifling from the crowds surrounding him; the cacophony of discordant sounds, the jostling crowds, the smells assailing your nostrils; but, all of that pales in comparison to seeing Jesus the Messiah, the Redeemer, the Son of God - for just a glimpse of Him passing by. Oh, what I wouldn't give for that moment. Next Friday we celebrate the Lord's passion and contemplate the events surrounding his final day on earth - it involves betrayal, torture, execution, and of course, the resurrection.
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