Yesterday was full of lilies and trumpets and joy that felt almost too large to hold.
Easter does not begin with certainty. It begins with a woman walking in the dark.
John does not give us bread and cup. Instead, he gives us a body bent low.
Palm Sunday begins with a collision of meanings.
For Jewish pilgrims, palms were not decoration. They were memory.
Drinking the Rain
The vineyard has been with us all week—soil, tending, expectation. Hebrews shifts the focus slightly. Now it is not only vines, but ground. Earth that drinks.