Palm Sunday, in a vacuum, is a glorious day. The entrance of a king! It is
the celebration of the one who brings peace, humbly riding on a donkey to
take the throne that has long awaited him. But we know that the days that
follow are anything but glorious. The days that follow are filled with
anguish and death and even betrayal. As Holy Week processes, Palm Sunday
looks like a distant memory in the rear-view mirror. The disconnect between
it and Good Friday is difficult to square. And yet, this year of all years,
we feel the disconnect. We do not celebrate in a vacuum but in reality just
as Jesus’ celebration did not exist in a vacuum. And so, on this Palm
Sunday we open our palms and stand with hands and hearts open to where God
is leading us. We may not understand it, and it is not a road we would
choose, but rest assured in this: all of the roads that God leads us to and
through ultimately lead to resurrection.