Reflections on Holy Week
Palm Sunday: Palm Branches Wave, will the Rocks cry Out? The children laugh, and the palm branches wave. Welcoming the humble Leader into the city gates. The untamed colt lets the Creator ride, undaunted by the praises sung. The priests are shocked, why would this Man let them praise Him such? Yet the Prince of Peace knows well the Truth, for if the people would not... The very Rocks of the Land would Praise He who was the Living Word, through whom all that exists was spoken into being. Little did the people know, why the Lamb had come... Or how the World would change in just a few days time... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Holy Monday: No Figs to Eat The Savior hungers, a fig tree to see. No figs to eat, the fig tree now cursed. A temple to clean up... Gone with the money changers... Lamb sellers... Dove and Pigeon hawkers... A house of prayer to restore... If only for a short time... The fig tree has died... Soon to will the Me...