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.
The vineyard has carried us all week—Isaiah’s love song, Jeremiah’s lament, tenants who forgot whose soil they stood on. Now Jesus shifts the image inward.
“I planted you as a choice vine, wholly of pure seed.
How then did you turn degenerate and become a wild vine?”
Before Jesus tells of violent tenants, Isaiah sings. A love song.