I remember celebrating Palm Sunday as a child in Santa Barbara. The church would process with palms around the block, following the choir; the smallest chorister riding the donkey, who led us. Eventually, after we passed through a posh resort, we ended up at the door of the church, excited to enter.
We all have memories about celebrating the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem. This year, however, our memories will be different. Some of us found greenery from our backyard: a sprig of the azalea, a branch from the orange tree, or maybe a bough from the redwood. If we were without greenery, perhaps we threw down a jacket or a sweater, like they did in Jerusalem so long ago. While we were doing this, we were sharing our joy with the world through our live-streamed presence. We celebrated together, though we were apart.
As we walk through this week, we face the rest of the journey to deep sorrow and taking us through to the resurrection. Know that as you walk this path, we will do it together. I will be walking with you.