This Sunday is called Palm Sunday in the life of the church—how Jesus came to be king, but by Good Friday, five days later, the crowd discovered that Jesus was not going to be the king they wanted: a political king, a bread king, a miracle king—and so they started to chant softly at first but then building to a crescendo crying out: “Crucify him, Crucify him, Crucify him”.
When you hear the word or think of the word “passion”, what word, picture, or memory comes to mind?