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Not that kind of palm.
March 28th, 2010
Yes, yes I realize this is last year’s post. I am going to repost all of holy week. Then two days after Easter I am having surgery. After that regular scheduled mommy blogging will resume. Thanks guys for your patience.
This year we will be observing Holy Week here at the Huckablog. I am going to try to post something different for every day of Holy Week, and will start off with Jesus entering Jerusalem. Hosanna!
As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage and Bethany at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two of his disciples, saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and just as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord needs it and will send it back here shortly.”
They went and found a colt outside in the street, tied at a doorway. As they untied it, some people standing there asked, “What are you doing, untying that colt?” They answered as Jesus had told them to, and the people let them go.
When they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks over it, he sat on it. Many people spread their cloaks on the road, while others spread branches they had cut in the fields. Those who went ahead and those who followed shouted,
“Hosanna!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David!”
“Hosanna in the highest heaven!”
Mark 11:1-10
Does anybody have any Palm Sunday memories to share with us? Me either. Why is that? Did all of the sugar at Easter make us forget?
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I visited a friend’s church on Palm Sunday once (I really wasn’t much of a fan of waving the palm branches in our church on Palm Sunday), and their church had a tradition where on Palm Sunday of each year, you brought the jacket/dress you wore the previous Easter. Then they made a huge banner out of it, waved it during an opening song, and then hung it from a thing in the middle of the room that made it seem almost like a tent…but not quite. It sounds kinda weird, but it was really cool.
I guess it was a symbolic gesture to bring your “Easter clothes” (or Sunday best) to create the banner…like recreating the story where people put down their cloaks for Jesus and colt to cross over.
Though, I’m sure some visitors might have wondered what the heck was going on!
I suppose my favorite is a reenactment of the entering Jerusalem once. We all lined up on either side as the donkey with someone who acted as Jesus and others who were his disciples and followers walked through as we waved our palm branches and shouted,”Hosanna.”
We aren’t the only ones who forgot the pageantry of Christ’s coming to Jerusalem. The ones there also forgot and within the week they cried, “Crucify Him!”
I had no idea Casinos were so religious. FYI Casino, I am Methodist–very anti gambling–not that you will see this since you are just a spambot, but this was about PALM SUNDAY not THE PALMS.