Today is our Palm Sunday.
And I don’t mean disrespect.
It’s just that this Sunday last year, I was watching the football game, wanting to lose 5 pounds, negotiating a contract for work.
I wasn’t waving leaves saying Hosanna, I was Happy Fall Ya’ll, hanging wreaths and lighting pumpkin candles, arranging fake ears of corn around the house.
The innocence of it shocks me.
Because the next Sunday was the anti-Easter and we’d walk, one by one into the ICU, kissing our brother’s cold forehead goodbye.
(And there’s another ancient story - like Mary, I think— if you were here, my brother wouldn’t have died. And like Martha I hope I’ll see him again on that Last Day.)
I know this season will be hard, in different ways. Glad you are able to share like this and bring us into that.