Palm Sunday

It does not matter, by analogy, whether it is Sunday or Friday morning, whether you are on Mount Olivet or Mount Scopus. It does not matter whether we are being acclaimed by our friends or condemned by our enemies. It does not matter whether we are riding high on a donkey or bending low under a cross, whether we are coming in triumph or going down in defeat: We do what we’re supposed to do; we are who we’re supposed to be.

Observe these emblems as reminders of the One who stood by his purpose regardless of the circumstances and regardless of the consequences. In keeping this feast, we affirm our intent to follow him all the way down the hill from Bethany to Golgotha. This supper swears us in to doing what we’re supposed to do, no matter what; and God will resurrect us.