Just waving the palms?

 

Today begins Holy Week, the time when we are asked to walk with Jesus to the cross before, next week, joining in with the celebrations of Easter Day. 

Palm Sunday is always a special day in church. Sometimes churches (as some of us did this morning) do processions which can be a bit chaotic with different people walking at different speeds, sometimes even in different directions… 

However we commemorate it, Palm Sunday is special, and I wonder perhaps if it doesn’t give us the chance to understand the mind of Jesus in this week a little bit more. 

The gospel reading includes Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. There were people spreading their cloaks on the roads and waving their branches as they greeted Jesus into Jerusalem. 

The hopes of a passionate crowd were pinned on Jesus, but I’m not sure they even understood what those hopes might be. And that seems to have been true of the disciples too as the events of the week unfold, and it becomes clear that even they hadn’t quite grasped what Jesus had told them about coming to die... But for Jesus he knew where he was going and he knew the purpose. 

He was going to accept betrayal, arrest, torture and death and you can imagine that, for him that day, as he entered Jerusalem, the cheering of the crowds and the waving of the branches must have all seemed to be pretty hollow. 

And it’s likely that the crowds didn’t even really know who it was they were cheering for – they didn’t understand that Jesus was the Son of God, the Messiah, who had come to offer hope and peace and new life into broken lives. They didn’t understand what Jesus was coming for and his journey to the cross certainly wouldn’t encourage them to follow, but for now, they’d join together and make some noise !  

Some years ago I was at a restaurant and there was a very large gathering of young people there having a meal celebrating a birthday and amidst the celebrations one person was heard to say, ‘Whose birthday is it anyway ?’ 

It’s easy to be drawn into an emotional response to a situation. It’s easy to be taken in by the crowds and it’s easy to be wrapped up in the situation, but on Palm Sunday it’s important that those things are stripped away and the cheers, just as they were for Jesus on that first Palm Sunday, are recognised as being hollow. And this challenges us to think what it all means to us. 

Without the ceremony, without symbolism, without the singing of hymns together, without our church building, what is left ? Is it the Prophet Jesus from Nazareth riding into Jerusalem on a donkey or is it the Saviour of the world, our Saviour, who has changed and is continuing to change our lives day by day. 

For the crowds on that first Palm Sunday they were ready to cheer. Some may have been the same people who less than a week later were out again shouting, only this time it was to save Barabbas rather than Jesus from execution. Who is Jesus to us? 

If we don’t know Jesus as our Lord and Saviour, then he can’t sustain us and strengthen us through the darkest times in our lives. If we don’t know Jesus, then our shouts will be as fickle as the early crowds gathered in Jerusalem. If we don’t know Jesus, then, like most of the disciples, faced with trouble, we will easily turn away and hide. If we don’t have the building we love and the ceremonies and the hymns then would we be tempted to go shopping on a Sunday instead?… 

Palm Sunday was just the beginning of Holy Week and the start of a whole new period of history... There was so much more to come and the journey wouldn’t be easy. Things would get a lot worse before they got better. In the last few days and weeks, with all kinds of political conversations going on about wars and how to stop them, about tariffs and how to deal with them, about economies seeming crashing,  we get all kinds of messages – one of those messages seems to suggest that we’re pretty much doomed if we stay as we are… Palm Sunday is a reminder that things move very quickly, that the journey does take some strange, even difficult directions, but that it heads towards Easter Day…. 

We might have our thoughts on that from that first Palm Sunday when, from the cheering and the waving of branches the journey would lead to the Last Supper in the Upper Room, to the betrayal of Jesus by Judas Iscariot, the mockery of a trial and the decision that he should be crucified… Things would get worse… 

And if we don’t know Jesus as our Lord and Saviour then that can be the end of the story. Another prophet who said some good things and showed a good deal of love and compassion to others was put to death by a powerful regime. 

But that isn’t the end of the story and Jesus knew that all along. Yes, he accepted the very real pain, both emotional and physical, and he did that because he loves us just as he loved the people that did it to him. 

But he knew that new life was coming, that death would be conquered once and for all and that there would be nothing in earthly life or death that could ever separate us from him and his love for us. It’s a new life he invites us to share and enjoy day by day… 

Palm Sunday is the beginning of the journey through Holy Week. We have lots of symbols and actions through the week, but we’re also challenged to look beyond the ceremonies, even other people, and to think about our own response to Jesus and his love for us and to think about the love that he showed and continues to show to us day by day. 

Life will contain many ups and downs, we know that, but let’s always be reassured and inspired by the fact that Holy Week, with some of the darkest days in history, ends in the greatest joy. Holy Week ends with resurrection and new life… 

Holy Week ends with that turning point of history. Humbly Jesus entered Jerusalem on that first Palm Sunday riding on a donkey and he rides on still as the Risen King of Glory destroying any darkness that we can ever face and promising new life, fulfilled life, eternal life. 

As we move through Holy Week and beyond we’re invited to journey with Him always… AMEN