They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, “Hosanna!” “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Blessed is the king of Israel!” John 12:13
It was a cold, damp Palm Sunday as the congregation wound its way from the park to the sanctuary, bravely singing against the wind and waving palms. It was a pitiful processional, really – voices thin and feeble against the traffic and the wind – a brave band of stragglers scattered over a few blocks. But once inside the sanctuary, warmth and color and sound immediately enveloped the community.
Suddenly the combined voices swelled in strength, backed by the organ, and warm hues of red and yellow shone down through the stained glass windows. It was glorious and strong and joyful.
How often do we feel that our voices and our presence out in the world are pitifully thin and weak, and we are alone, struggling against the wind and the traffic and the pull of the world?
We need to come together in community for the strength, support, and beauty of being together and worshiping together. Then, with renewed strength, back out we go – carrying that voice that can be more effective and stronger than it seems or than we may ever know.
Prayer: Lord, thank you for the gift of community that gives us the strength to be your hands and feet in the world. Help us to remember that we are never alone. Amen.
Deaconess Phyllis Pleuss, Madison, Wisconsin