Today is the last day before Holy Week. It feels sad and gloomy even though the sun is shining. It seems to be foretelling the darkness of Good Friday. It brings to mind Jesus and causes me to wonder what might have been in his mind as he prepared to enter Jerusalem for the Passover.
Was he thinking about the donkey and palm branches? Or am I projecting my own thoughts onto him? I am thinking about that procession—the Palm Sunday procession. How will I feel? Will I be happy or will I be sad? Will my response be spontaneous or planned and prepared?
What of those who laid the branches on the path for Jesus? Did they have branches with them ahead of time or was it a spontaneous response to seeing Jesus?
Was Jesus surprised or was he expecting this greeting as he entered Jerusalem?
I imagine I could speculate on the matter, but I would rather be present in this moment of reflective preparation for Holy Week. Palm Sunday—a day for palms and processions and for celebrating an entry into sacrifice and death. I want to be both prepared and spontaneous. I want to celebrate the coming sadness and ultimate happiness that comes at the end of the week.
So I will be sad and gloomy even with the sun shining on this last day before Holy Week.