I've never really understood the whole Palm Sunday thing. I know it represents Jesus' triumphant entrance into Jerusalem, but I guess since we know the rest of the story, it just feels like a big set-up.
I mean, seriously, one day everybody's having a big parade, waving palms, carpeting the roadway with their coats, chanting "Here comes our Savior!" and a few days later they are figuratively (or literally, depending on your beliefs) crucifying him.
For me, the heart wrenching part of this story, is that they abandoned him. These people who he had loved so dearly, who he had shared so much with, when he needed them, they were gone. The flip side of that is he loved them anyway. . . and he was even glad and accepting when they dragged themselves back to him when Easter rolled around. . . I'm not sure if he even demanded an apology.
I think the scariest thing in the world is feeling alone, especially feeling that way when there is a cheering crowd surrounding you. I wonder if Jesus felt alone as he rode the donkey through the people on that first Palm Sunday. . . maybe even more so than he would feel on Good Friday. At least on Good Friday, he was more than aware of who had really understood him and his message.
I still don't know if I believe the crucifixion and resurrection story in the real sense, but I do know the crucifixion of abandonment and the resurrection of the discovery that we are never alone. Truthfully, whether there is a heaven or hell is irrelavent to me because God is with me in this moment. Love was here before me and it will remain long after me. I can only hope that during my lifetime I can serve as a filter for that love. . . that I can allow it to come in and gently flow from me. That is my prayer.