Thursday, April 6, 2017
Each year my church gives out the Palm Sunday frond as shaped into a cross. I love receiving this and sharing in the joy of Palm Sunday as Holy Week begins. I like to hope that, if I'd lived at the time of Jesus, I would have been one of the ones welcoming and praising him. But I know I could have just as easily fallen away or doubted him from the beginning. It's so natural to cling to the beliefs in which you've been raised and not allow new truths to touch you.
I'm forever grateful for my mom who got me going to church and fed my faith as long as she lived. I owe a tremendous debt to missionaries and preachers who took the faith from its beginnings in Jerusalem throughout the world, so that a family from Austria-Hungary could bring it with them to this country in the early 1910's. I'm thankful for authors and pastors who've sustained me all my life.
Have a wonderful Palm Sunday! Worship with all your heart! And maybe give thanks that you've been given the privilege to know God, love Christ, and feel the Spirit in your life.