We begin what is called “Holy Week” with Palm Sunday. Today we had children bring forward palm branches in commemoration of the entry of Jesus into Jerusalem. In the background was the cross – a memory that Jesus had vividly in mind as He entered Jerusalem.
In our calendar this is one of the latest celebrations of Palm Sunday for some years. Usually we would expect to have warm weather. Instead snow was falling. Even as I write this in late afternoon more flakes are appearing.
I suppose there is something ironic to a triumphal day on which frozen flakes appear to dampen the mood. As the week progresses that mood does switch from high excitement to such a blast of cold ending in a cruel cross.
I don’t know what next Sunday will hold. Perhaps rays of sunlight rising victorious. As I think of Easter that’s exactly the picture I have in mind. Let’s see what a week holds!