It’s Palm Sunday and I will shout HOSANNA! (O be propitious, graciously inclined)
Childhood memories of my Mom’s “before” photo shoot on Palm Sunday in anticipation of the following week’s Easter finery. A tradition I perpetuated complete with hats, gloves, and white patent leather. Easter corsages from a doting dad added the final touch of celebration. I remember the first year my daughters left their corsages in the fridge….it did not deter their dad – he continued until just last year to provide the Easter corsages for all the Holliday women in the house.
This morning I will make palm leaves from green construction paper and tell the Palm Sunday story from Matthew 21:1-11 to group of 21st century kids who will wave those paper palms and shout Hosanna with me. I knew the Biblical Palm Sunday crowd shouted Hosanna at Jesus, but I had to look up propitious to understand that they were shouting “good success” “be favorable”.
I love palm trees. They bend gracefully in a storm, like the small palm tree I watched double over in a St. Martin hurricane. Palm trees reach higher and higher as they shed their old leaves, like the huge leaf that fell right on top of my head in Palm Springs. My favorite is the soft, gentle sway of the palms in the breeze of Hanauma Bay in Honolulu, where I captured my veridical (not vertical) view of Jesus in the palm trees.
Veridical: Coinciding with future events or apparently unknowable present realities.
The original Palm Sunday crowd did not really know why they were shouting HOSANNA! They saw the donkey, knew that it was a clue to a king, and got caught up in the frenzy of the moment. Jesus had the veridical view of that moment. He knew the future events that would establish Him as King, I imagine His face was somber as he rode the donkey through the shouts of Hosanna.
I took my place in a quiet spot under the palms, to close my eyes and enjoy the shade. Instead I opened my eyes and was mesmerized by the majesty of the palms and the sound of the swaying leaves. I could see the Hawaiian sun and blue sky behind the leaves, but it was the palms that held me captive. It was a moment I had to capture on film so I could remember that feeling……peace beyond understanding.
I have changed my mind – today is Palm Sunday and I will not shout, instead I will quietly declare and share my PEACE IN THE PALMS…..
I see the palms, soft and flowing. I see His face, steady and knowing. I feel my heart, grace-filled and growing.
He knew it all, when He rode through the crowds. HOSANNA! HOSANNA! so loud, so loud. Not proud, just purposed, so how could He smile…..His only joy was to suffer the trial.
I hear His voice “It is finished” He cried. Once and for all, I declare it with pride. So today I will cheer “I am glad that He lives!” Waving palms with a peace that can only be His.
Happy Palm Sunday! I am so glad we can wave peaceful palms everyday.
My Peace in the palms