Flowering fruit trees in Beverly Hills
It’s Palm Sunday, God!
And it’s SPRING! The season of new beginnings — new life — new hope!
Dear friends are leaving soon for Tokyo to see the cherry blossoms there. They will be appreciating, enjoying and I hope, rejoicing.
Rejoicing is such an EASTER WORD. And it is also a Palm Sunday word. That was the day of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. People covered the road before him with palm branches and their cloaks — shouting Hosanna! It was a day of rejoicing. I like the Luke version best: Luke 19: 37 the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: 38″Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” When the religious rule keepers told Jesus to rebuke his disciples, Jesus replied “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” Ah, the very elements — the very ground itself — REJOICED! It was, in truth, a New Beginning.
a palm at UH
But, the week had yet to unfold for Jesus — a week of the darkest lows and the Highest HIGHS. I never tire of walking through this week, God.
Each year I struggle to put myself back into a state of not knowing how it will come out. It is as if I NEED to enter into the Darkness — to see myself in Peter’s fearful denial. . . to repent of all my failures to SEE and GRASP You and Your Reality. It is in short, an exercise in seeing myself — and seeing what You are calling us to become.
But for NOW? Now I lay my cloak on the road and waive my palm branches and shot HOSANNA! HOSANNA! The rocks and I are crying out our praises together. HOSANNA!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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