The Grace of Palm Sunday

Egyptian Coptic painting, artist unknown

Over the years, I’ve had a profound ambivalence to the Palm Sunday Story. On one hand, it is so profoundly significant that Jesus seems to go out of his way to signal that his power is not power as commonly wielded in this world (Oh that we, the church, would come to our senses!) On the other hand, these crowds that shout “Hosanna” will soon be shouting “Crucify Him.” Even his disciples will soon betray, let down, and deny him. 

If we are honest, we acknowledge that we would have been no different. We would have betrayed, denied, and abandoned him also. Additionally, we confess that we are often double-minded, half or hard-hearted, that we are sinners, frail, so often miss the mark. How is it that we can rejoice and shout “Hosanna” without being confronted with ourselves, hypocrites that we are?

This year the Lord has opened my eyes in a new way to see the grace of Palm Sunday. Jesus sees the crowds that come out to welcome him. He sees them and loves them and knows them. He knows how shallow their adulation is. He sees knows that they will soon fall away. He sees how the evil one is at work sifting them, distracting them, tempting them. And yet he loves them and receives them. He receives their worship. Jesus is the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the Holy and Anointed One, the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and so on and so forth.  It is only right that our praise and worship be directed to him.

Here is the grace: Jesus receives us; Jesus receives our worship, no matter that we are double-minded, no matter how meager and half-hearted it is. Our praise and worship cannot stand on its own. On its own, it comes to nothing. But Jesus welcomes it, receives it, and that is grace. And in this grace, we are invited to give ourselves more and more, in joy, in love, because his desire is for his people.

This grace, revealed to us on Palm Sunday, is the same grace that makes our life in him possible. This same grace welcomes us to the table each week, welcomes us into prayer each day, welcomes us to live our life in him, each moment, each minute an opportunity for communion.

So let us rejoice, come as we are, join the parade. We are welcomed; we are received; we are loved. That is grace. That is the grace of Palm Sunday. This is the grace of our life.

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