Palm Sunday. The triumphal entry into Jerusalem...filled with rumblings of violence and treachery. Jesus knew all about the end of the week and just kept on. Each day probably got tougher and tougher. I feel that swell when I'm leaving PA for Haiti sometimes. You count the days and check them off. Three more. Two more. One more. Final night. How hard that must have been for Jesus knowing not only the pain of separation from the Father, but the physical abuse as well! So glad he did it!
We re-enacted Palm Sunday with our kids at church again this year. Donkey's aren't that hard to find...or palm branches. It was exciting to see 'him' arrive. People here identified with it more this year because we just lived through the president's visit.
Reading through John's version of the final week again. You should, too. Count how many times the word 'believe' appears from the Lazarus story to the end. And the themes of light and dark. The more I read, the more I find.
We have plans to put up a small storage shed this week. I'l
Missionary in Haiti.