Reflection: Palm Sunday: a different parade
I went to an Anglican High school. In year 8 the Archbishop spent Holy Week with us. It was a big deal. He was a big deal.
Red carpet literally unrolled; the whole school formally lined the gates anticipating his arrival. But something unexpected happened.
The bloke came riding in on a donkey! I kid you not. Purple robes and everything!
Suddenly there was something totally disarming, slightly subversive, completely humbling (embarrassing? but for who?) as he uncomfortably bounced his way into our school. The Bish’ had the cheekiest grin on his face too.
In the same way, Jesus’ entrance into Jerusalem signalled the coming of a very different King. What does our King’s entrance tell us about himself? Who was cheering with delight? Whose noses were put out of joint? Whose authority was challenged and undermined? (lampooned even?) Where do you find yourself in the crowd?
Prayer: Jesus, teach us to welcome you as you have welcomed us.