We almost always close our Palm Sunday service this way:
This time there will be no flight to Egypt.
The donkey has too much to carry, too far.
The shadows wait for me. Around the table at Passover
Among those in high places, in the condemned cell,
On the hill outside. Fear haunts my waking moments,
and I cannot sleep. Why has God forsaken me?
People:
The crowd today is with me. But not for long.
They are the powerless ones (the ones who matter).
The ones who count are counting.
Time is running out. This time, there will be no flight to Egypt.
I think the above is from Cry of the Whole Congregation by Walter Wangerin. We use the liturgy/chancel drama for Palm Sunday, so that's why I'm guessing at the author's identity.
I find it the most meaningful part of Passion Sunday. It reminds us that Jesus has been on a collision course with the Roman empire since his birth--or since the Wise Men showed up to let Herod know that he had a rival.
And yes, I understand that these stories are not exactly true, in the way that we define true as factual.
But in the other way that we define true, this final Palm Sunday passage reminds us about the totality of Christ's life.
thinking too hard
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