As we gathered outside the church today for the liturgy of
the palms, I noticed a rabbit, sitting not twenty feet away, his ears perked as
he listened and watched.
I turned to my friend Judy who was standing next to me and
said, “Even the animals gather.” The
birds sang, the rabbit watched and I realized the ability to worship was not
just something God had gifted to mankind.
Palm Sunday has always been my favorite Sunday. When I was little Palm Sunday meant getting
palm fronds at church, something that was in short supply in upstate New York.
And now as an adult, I find myself moved in unexpected ways
during the Palm Sunday service. I was the
narrator this morning for the Passion reading.
And several times while I was reading, I felt goosebumps pop up on my
arms. There is a moment after Jesus dies
where I’m instructed, as narrator, to pause.
Silence is a powerful thing.
And the silence after Jesus’ death carries an immeasurable weight. I can almost imagine that scene. I can see the two Marys and the others
sitting at the cross. And that moment
when he dies, I can imagine that it was so silent, that not only did no one speak,
not only were those birds and animals silent, that the only thing to be heard
was the beating of your own heart.
It is the start of Holy Week and a time of reflection and
preparation. It is a time when we are
faced so bluntly and so brutally with our own mortality (yes, even the Son of
God can die). But it is also a time of
resurrection, when we are reminded that just when we feel like the weight of
the world is too much to bear, there is salvation and rebirth and new life.
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