I don't have much to say about Palm Sunday, which I'm told is today.
Just this: When I was a little kid (okay, I was never little) and was
forced into church on Palm Sunday, I rejoiced.
No, not because of anything religious. It was the smell. Finally, there was something in the church other than empty, dusty space and boring people. It seemed to freshen everything and it was fun to try to make anything-but-a-cross with the palms. It made the hour pass quickly, which was a blessing.
So let's hear it for Palm Sunday. Woo-hoo.
No, not because of anything religious. It was the smell. Finally, there was something in the church other than empty, dusty space and boring people. It seemed to freshen everything and it was fun to try to make anything-but-a-cross with the palms. It made the hour pass quickly, which was a blessing.
So let's hear it for Palm Sunday. Woo-hoo.
