Holy Week Series: Palm Sunday
So much will happen this week.
From palm branches and cries of “Hosanna!” to a thorny crown and shouts screaming “Crucify!”
To a world that doesn’t know Jesus, they’ll step out into this week like any other.
But to those who know him—who live each day with his spirit inside of them—this week marks the start of something so incredibly special I struggle to describe it.
You see, words are kind of my thing.
I love to take what’s stirring inside my soul and pour it out onto paper. (Okay, a computer screen.)
But when it comes to my faith and to this most holy of weeks…words fail me entirely.
How do I describe the gift Christ has offered us when the word “gift” is so incredibly inaccurate.
This isn’t a beautifully packaged present tied in lace or wrapped in bows.
It’s an offering—bought with blood and paid in full—that says “You are mine, always and forever.”
2,000 years we’ve lived with this gift freely offered yet so seldom received. What a shame.
Because my words often fail, I can only hope my prayers do not. And I pray that those who don’t know what I’m talking about reach out and dig a little deeper.
On this Palm Sunday, the offer is still valid. The gift offered.
Walk with me this week. Come along and see what amazing things the Lord has done.
He loves you more than you’ll ever know. If you don’t believe me, just wait until Friday.
Or better yet…Sunday.