On Saturday, I was admittedly on the fence about going to church. “It’s going to be long,” I thought. “It’s so pretty outside, I just want to be outside. Besides, I have lots of work to do.”
But I went. And when I walked out of church, I took a deep breath and was SO glad I went.
The reading of the passion… somewhere in my mind I got grumpy and thought it would be long and just… ugh. But as we read it, I was reminded quickly how powerful it is. I remembered the many years I was a reader on Palm Sunday, and how much I loved being a part of it. Let’s just say God gave me a good wake-up call and set me straight!
I love reading the passion. All the characters and voices. Being involved yourself as the crowd. If that doesn’t bring into focus the story of Easter… if that doesn’t make you realize what Jesus went through for the souls of all… nothing will.
I often see the largest amount of posts and discussion about church and God at Easter and Christmas. To see so many loving Palm Sunday as much as I do just gave me an extra boost of some sort. Â I’m much more focused and grounded going into Holy Week this week. I’m excited for Easter and the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection.