We’ve never missed Palm Sunday before. We wouldn’t miss today.
We were snowed in at the neighbors’ house, and that’s where we had our Palm Sunday.
Now, let me be make this clear: This was an on-purpose “snow-in” with the neighbors. These are some of our dearest friends, who also happen to be a part of our church family. On Saturday night, the storm was headed our way. Our neighbors called: Would we be interested in a pajama party?
We didn’t hesitate. Within 45 minutes, we packed our bags, put on pajamas and drove a mile up the road. Together, we waited for the promised 10-inch snowfall.
By morning, our church president had called. Services were canceled.
Services were canceled. But Palm Sunday wasn’t.
We had Palm Sunday around a kitchen table. No palm branches — only blowing snow.
No fancy dresses; we wore pajamas.
No communion wine; we sipped coffee today.
No pews filled. Just four friends and God. Rob, Michelle, Scott and Jennifer.
But this we had: The Word.
Luke 19: 28:44
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord.”
My friend, Jim Schaap over at Stuff in the Basement, has a beautiful post that sees the crucifixion through the veil of a Palm Sunday snowstorm. Worth a read, even if you live in sunny Florida.