When I was the rector of
my parish, we usually had an “enacted Gospel” on Palm Sunday. Participants would sometimes dress in
costumes, but the point of it all was to dramatize the very long Gospel
describing the last days of Jesus’ life.
There was the betrayal by Judas, the moments in the garden with Jesus
praying and the apostles sleeping, then the arrest, the moment before the high
priest, then the time with Pilate and the trek to Golgotha and the
crucifixion. I always loved those
dramatizations because they made the Gospel come alive in the midst of the
congregation. We would have the people
in the pews cry out “Crucify him!!” when the time came for the crowd to
act. It also gave a wonderful wholeness
to the story, not just something that a reader was providing to us from a book
at a lectern.
That is what Palm Sunday means for me.
It begins with the slow journey through the
streets of Jerusalem with the crowds laying palms before Jesus as he rides his donkey.
It ends with those same crowds calling for
Jesus’ crucifixion and those palms are turned into a cross to hold the Son of God.
It is a remarkable transition. We are a part of that crowd, both in the laying
of the palms and the calling for the crucifixion. We are the ones who have done it. Keep that in mind as we go through this Holy Week.
When we understand our part in the death
of Jesus, we will also know the magnificent wonder that we are given when our Lord emerges
from the tomb.
The problem with this story is that it is incredibly
depressing. We already know the outcome;
the death of our savior on the cross and the dispersal of the apostles. We know that Judas will be the betrayer and
that Peter will deny that he knows Jesus three times. In my homilies on those days, I tried to tell
the people to not think about Easter; that the week we were heading into would
involve the last supper on Maundy Thursday, the crucifixion on Good Friday and
then Holy Saturday when God is essentially dead. I have to admit that when I would come into
the church on Holy Saturday and smell the flowers that were being arranged for
Easter by the Altar Guild that I would secretly cringe because that
anticipation was keeping us from the utter despair of the death of God. I know that there was nothing else that the Altar Guild could do. But it is that despair that is so wonderfully redeemed
at the break of day on Easter by the resurrection of our Lord. Without living through the despair caused by the
crucifixion, it is hard for us to understand the incredible gift that Easter is
for us. Easter is nothing that we do for
ourselves. It is something that God does
after we have done our worst in causing the crucifixion. That is why Peter’s denial means so much to all
of us. It is not only Peter, but all of us
who have denied Jesus. It is also all of
us who are given the great gift of the resurrection of Jesus by our God whose love
transcends all of the evil that is in our hearts.
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