Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred walk… Continue reading Hosanna!
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Palms or Arms
He boldly went on a bewildered donkey, batting the flies as they settled to feed on both their faces. The long ears of the ass twitching and both hearts fast beating as the crowds around cried,”Hosanna!” — The strewed garments grimy and torn by flocks of people waving branches, claiming the humble man as their… Continue reading Palms or Arms
Palm Sunday
As we enter into the winter of our discontent the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the unridden, but bidden that we are, to be broken in by the gentle touch of hands that were… Continue reading Palm Sunday