Palm Sunday

I was a little skeptical of the palms at first. They seemed a strange gimmick, with potential for kitsch. But they turned out to be anything but. Simply put they were amazing. The robed attendants processed, carrying the large boughs aloft, and the less reserved of the Anglican congregation lifted their own smaller branches. And as the organ played and the people sang, I felt for the first time that I understood the wave offerings of old. I felt for the first time that Hosanna was more than a word in a song, it was the song of my heart. And I felt for the first time in a long time the joy of welcoming my King.