I loved Palm Sunday as a kid. We always went outside and processed around our little church. When I was in high school, my opinion changed. I felt embarrassed and fearful that one of my friends would drive by.
A few years later, when I was serving as a seminarian in a church armed with all of my newly obtained theological education, I once again was enthusiastic about Palm Sunday and the prospect of a procession outside around at least the church if not the entire neighborhood. When I brought this passion to the rector, he just smiled and said, “folks won’t want to go outside in their Sunday best.”
Journey is not always easy. Sometimes it is exciting and filled with adventure and many want to accompany you. At other times, it is slow going. Maybe you are completely stuck and feel like you are walking all alone.
The week begins with a triumphant entry with folks waving palms shouting Hosanna! Yet in short order, barely clothed, beaten and undoubtedly exhausted, Jesus is mocked as he carries the heavy wood he will hang from.
Like all of ours, Jesus’ journey was filled with great joy and great pain. Along the way, Jesus also certainly felt loneliness – but never felt alone because every step he took, he took with God.
We are called to the same in our journey. This Palm Sunday and every day of our lives, every step we take we take with God. Just as with Jesus, we are not alone.