Everywhere I’ve lived there were palm trees;
California, Arizona, Mexico and Kwajalein.
My symbolic BEE is Deborah who sat under a palm
tree.
In Jerusalem, long ago, the first day of Passover,
Christ rode a virgin colt through the gates of the
city.
Do you ever wish, as I, to have been there at the
beginning?
To shout, “Hosanna: blessed is the King of Israel
that
cometh in the name of the Lord” and wave palm
branches.
He came humbly, that time, Isaiah’s prophecy to
fulfill.
Palms have become a metaphor in my life.
My birth on a Palm Sunday began this disciple’s life
journey.
This Psalm is written to symbolize a unique historic
event.
From sundown on the first, to sundown on the second,
this year
Passover begins, marking Christ’s triumphal entry.
At noon during that first day was when I was born,
my entry into this mortal world; right in the
middle.
Jesus Christ is my middle, my center, my focus.
That day He was celebrated, began a fateful road to
the cross.
The sacramental bread and wine were initiated,
in an upper room, in remembrance of His body and
blood.
The garden of olives where He was pressed for our
sins,
our pains and afflictions, our grief, sorrow and
temptations
showed His willingness to obey His Father’s will.
Gethsemane’s sacrifice showed His love for us, true charity.
“Do even as I,” He said. We too must emulate this
love.
To serve with understanding that we are all God’s
children.
He want’s all of them to return and Come Unto Him.
We minister with love, hope and joy, and gratitude
for life.
Because His palms, most sacred, were pierced for us,
they are the tokens of covenants and promises.
My palms are raised to accept, and live a life of
sharing
talents, gifts, and insight, all in obedience to God’s
will.
The next day of His journey, He is Risen! A body to
regain.
He’s led the way for all humanity to rise again,
body with spirit.
Now we shout for joy, echoing the first Hosanna,
because if we live righteously, and endure to the
end,
we can live with The Father and Jesus Christ in
heaven,
embraced in His healing hands.
So wave those palms and
Raise your palms in joyous celebration.
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