Perhaps every Sunday is Palm Sunday
Just some thoughts as Lent draws to a close......
It was once said that every Sunday was Easter Sunday, but I think perhaps every Sunday is really Palm Sunday. Palm Sunday is the day that Jesus triumphantly rode into Jerusalem with the throngs hailing him as the King of the Jews, their savior. But then less than a week later he was crucified as a villain. On Sunday they sung his praises; but as the week progressed they forgot their proclamations and cursed his name. And every week we Christians do the same to some extent. On Sunday we celebrate the risen Lord and preach his love and forgiveness; but hours later we are back to being human, sinning, and tarnishing the memory of our Lord. So to me every Sunday is Palm Sunday.
It was once said that every Sunday was Easter Sunday, but I think perhaps every Sunday is really Palm Sunday. Palm Sunday is the day that Jesus triumphantly rode into Jerusalem with the throngs hailing him as the King of the Jews, their savior. But then less than a week later he was crucified as a villain. On Sunday they sung his praises; but as the week progressed they forgot their proclamations and cursed his name. And every week we Christians do the same to some extent. On Sunday we celebrate the risen Lord and preach his love and forgiveness; but hours later we are back to being human, sinning, and tarnishing the memory of our Lord. So to me every Sunday is Palm Sunday.