Cloaks on the road, leafy branches cut from the fields of those who welcomed you, Lord Christ, all offerings of what people had freely given to praise you. They cried “Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!” as you humbly enter Jerusalem on a borrowed colt. Did those who shouted, threw down their coats or waved branches have any inkling what would soon happen to you? Will those struggling, yearning for hope, longing for relief and salvation through you find themselves once again disappointed and bereft by Friday? We, too, question your power and goodness when violence wins and the vulnerable are crushed and death refuses to relent. As we enter with you into Jerusalem, triumphant and lauded, give us the strength to stay awake and close even when events turn from praise to persecution. For the sake of all who suffer, make us stalwart and courageous. When the world seems sinister and cruel, remind us that you are the light that no darkness can overwhelm, and we are called to reflect your brilliance. Amen.
