On Sunday morning we wave our palms and sing Hosanna in the Highest.
And I am swept up in the raucous celebration—wondering if the stones are indeed crying out. Yet, in the midst of this great joy there is a chilling stillness.
Thus begins the journey to the cross.
A week of little deaths, that’s what Holy Week is for us and I think I understand why the Orthodox Church calls the season of Lent the Bright Sadness. Celebration and mourning take it in turns to stir deep places and eyes are opened to the truth that we cannot follow Christ and remain unchanged.
Will you join me at The High Calling this morning for an invitation to the holy? We have a special week lined up for you all.