Some of my strongest childhood church memories involve Palm Sunday. I recall a couple of exciting kid messages that involved dramatic props (Northern climate substitutes for palms) and chants of “Hosanna”—definitely not your typical children’s message before shuffling out to Sunday School class. As a kid, I was a big fan of something out of the ordinary happening in church; Palm Sunday services seemed to lean this way.
I also remember sitting in the emotional tension that came with Palm Sunday—Jesus going from this hero entering Jerusalem to a criminal on the cross in a matter of a couple church services. There was an era in my life where I thought (hoped) that maybe the story will change this year, that He would remain the heralded hero—maybe this time it wouldn’t end with the cross.
The story and symbolism of Palm Sunday continues to be a powerful reminder to me that the life modeled by our Saviour stands in stark contrast to the dominant cultural narratives we are living within.
I look forward to the ongoing disruption and tension of Palm Sunday.