Each Palm Sunday offers something new. I’m sure part of it is due to the fact that I’m in a different place of life each year spiritually, mentally, and emotionally. Today at the beginning of Mass, we all went outside where the deacon read the Gospel, then gave the homily. Even though there were so many people huddled around a pretty small area, the mood was peaceful and holy. The children and infants were quiet as well. After the reflection, we started processing into the church. Everyone was funneled into 1 open door and stopped to pick up their palm branch along the way. The mood for the rest of the long Mass continued to be peaceful and holy. Year after year on Palm Sunday, we begin holy week with the scripture reading of Jesus entering Jerusalem as a hero and end with His crucifixion and death. As part of the reflection, the deacon talked about his visit to the concentration camp in Auschwitz. He learned that as part of training young people in Germany, they are brought to the camp and told of what happened there. It was important for the young people to understand the atrocities in hopes that they don’t forget and repeat the same horror. So do we repeat the same Mass readings and Holy Week structure every year, to remind us of what Jesus went through for us, what He endured to defeat death for us and offer us eternal life. I know I am grateful for and need reminders of how much Jesus loves me.
I Found God today beginning Holy Week again.