Save Us
Palm Sunday.
I’ve been picking up palm fronds at the backs of many sanctuaries I’ve called home for nearly fifty years. The processions and procedures vary. No church does it the same; not all pageantry is created equal. Sometimes the children process with the palms. Sometimes the choir. Sometimes others. The green is there to remind us of the greater good that took place on that first Palm Sunday. Vaguely, we remember … shadows really, a thick film of dust and years surrounding the scene, preventing full disclosure. All we can do is to imagine. And as imagination goes, mine has been dulled over time.
“Hosanna!” they cried. Save us. A clarion call for deliverance … for a king.
If only they knew what would bring them peace.
I know. You know. But do they know – the countless others who didn’t have a palm branch thrust into their hands this morning?
No wonder Jesus still weeps over his world, even as he wept over Jerusalem 2000 years ago. The world is still looking for its king not realizing that his coronation has already taken place. In our hands we hold crowns adorned with precious jewels of preference and passions, and we search for a head that will adequately fill the frame … fit the mold.
But our preferences and passions weren’t … aren’t the jewels of Christ’s crown. His father’s preference, his father’s passion fashioned for him, instead, a crown of twisted thorns that pressed past flesh to unleash the cleansing flow of perfect redemption – one drop after another until all sin was covered up and fully cleansed by grace.
We need to remember this. We need to press pass the vagueness, move beyond the veil, and take hold of the truth of that moment. We need to pick up our palm branches this week and wave them before our God and shout with fervent faith the same plea that rang out as the Passion Week unfolded.
“Hosanna!” Save us.
Shake us.
Show us.
Shape us.
This is my King. This is One who has saved me. He is the all the Peace I need.
The time for deliverance is now. Our King is here. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord, and blessed are we who hold this truth in our hearts! As always…
Peace for the journey,


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Meet Elaine
Author & Speaker
God began the sacred conversation with my soul from the earliest of ages, and I have spent the past five decades walking the path of such a gracious grace. He has marked me forever for kingdom living and kingdom loving. My overriding hope and desire for my life is to live as authentic before my Creator and his created.
