Today, many of us will receive palms. The leftover palms will be burned and mixed with oil and saved for next year's Ash Wednesday service, where they will be smudged on our foreheads and we will be reminded of our existential destination.
Palm Sunday reminds us that the people who will be our friends today may turn on us tomorrow. The adoring crowds of today may turn accusatory by the end of the week.
And yet, as we journey through our lives, suffering every sort of betrayal, the Holy Week trajectory reminds us of the joy we will also experience along the way: good meals with friends, deep conversations, a God who comes to serve.
And the hectic hurry of Holy Week ends in Easter, where we are reminded of the ultimate promise: no matter how bad it gets, God has a plan. We may not be able to see it, we may not be able to believe it, but God is hard at the work and play that is the redemption of creation.