I didn't start my day thinking about gang killings. But then a man showed up and asked about a funeral for his nephew—on Palm Sunday.
This year, the Ascension coincides with Lailat al-Mi‘rāj. With both Christians and Muslims looking up, perhaps we can spare a sidelong glance.
<p>Liturgy of the Palms: Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Luke 19:28-40</p><p> </p><p>Liturgy of the Passion: Isaiah 50:4-9a; Psalm 31:9-16; Philippians 2:5-11; Luke 22:14-23:56 or Luke 23:1-49</p>
<p>Liturgy of the Palms: Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Mark 11:1-11 or John 12:12-16</p><p> </p><p>Liturgy of the Passion: Isaiah 50:4-9a; Psalm 31:9-16; Philippians 2:5-11; Mark 14:1-15:47 or Mark 15:1-39, (40-47)</p>
Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Matthew 21:1-11
Eight years ago, shortly before Palm Sunday, our eight-year-old son was under the weather. My husband, Lou, had volunteered to cover the doctor’s appointment and a trip to the drugstore for whatever prescription would clear up Calvin’s little infection. “Go to the gym,” he said. “You need to relieve some stress.”
When I was a child, I loved Palm Sunday because we got to act out the biblical version of a ticker-tape parade. Later I learned of the ephemeral quality of stardom and parades and decided that Palm Sunday and Passion Week belong together. As a pastor, I have accepted the dismal fact that most of our people skip Thursday, Friday and Saturday, slipping from parade pandemonium to Easter ecstasy with none of the suffering and pain.