Palm/Passion Sunday (Year 3, NL)

Perhaps the psalmist is referring to limestone, important to ancient civilizations for construction and also as an agricultural and dietary aid.

When we cannot praise, the rest of creation carries the song.

For almost 40 years they have done their plodding, gracious work on me and my vocation.

In the Palm Sunday narrative, all the signs are there: something big is about to happen.

Some Indigenous traditions suggest that rocks are sentient. What does this mean for how we humans relate to them?

The biblical landscape is a stony one.

Even if we think we don’t need a savior, we seek one.

An odd, charming gospel account that draws from dozens of sources

What kind of faith gets you through 25 years in a refugee camp?

Part of me thinks Palm Sunday worship is all too much—too loud, too celebratory.

Preachers often struggle with Palm Sunday, and Jesus' entry into Jerusalem gets short shrift. But Palm Sunday is about more than a parade.

When she knew she was dying, my grandmother took me to see the cornerstone of a small brick church in my hometown of Kansas City, Missouri. I didn’t recognize the sign outside. It was a Baptist church, I think. It was pretty rundown, but still in better shape than the neighborhood. Overgrown vacant lots were everywhere; it was like visiting an abandoned church in the jungle.

This Colossians reading is one of those distilled, cryptic passages that draws us into so much more than we can imagine. Such verses expand our capacity to wonder and give praise. They invite us into God’s mystery.