Holy Week pilgrims
Every religious experience begins with a sense of emptiness, of life being bigger than us. We began the Lenten journey in the desert and we continue to walk, making the journey from Ashes to Alleluia. On Ash Wednesday we had ashes placed on our forehead and reflected on the words "Remember you are dust and to dust you will return" or the call to "repent and believe in the Gospel". There is yearly continuity in the liturgy where the burnt palms, symbol of the joy and majesty which accompanied Jesus during his entrance into Jerusalem, become the dust and ashes placed on our forehead at the beginning of our Lenten journey.
Today we began the journey of Holy Week. Holy Week is holy, first and foremost, because of all Jesus Christ did during this week, from the triumphal entry into his city on Palm Sunday, to his teaching in the Temple, to the Last Supper, to his prayer in Gethsemane, to his arrest, torture, crucifixion and death on Good Friday, to his rest in the tomb, and his glorious resurrection on the third day. But Holy Week is holy because it’s also supposed to make us holy. Holy Week ought to be our most faith-filled week of the year.
On Palm Sunday the liturgy offers a panoramic view of the mysteries which we will contemplate during this Holy Week or Paschal Triduum: the institution of the Eucharist, the Passion and death of the Lord, and the prediction of His Resurrection. Our emotions this week swing between the great joy of those outside the southern city walls on the way to Bethany which we mark on Palm Sunday, and the great sadness of those outside the northwestern wall on the hill of Calvary on Good Friday and Holy Saturday.
We can see that the Palm Sunday Liturgy is framed by two expressions. The first is “Hosanna,” which was shouted out by the crowd, as we hear in the Gospel which proceeds the procession with the Palms at the beginning of Mass. Imagine, the crowd was chanting at the top of their lungs, “Hosanna to the Son of David, Hosanna to the King.” And slowly, and gradually, the Hosannas became quieter and quieter and quieter. Then nothing. Later on, another chant had begun, almost in a whisper, “crucify him,” softly, softly, louder, louder and finally bursting with power, “Crucify him. Crucify him. Crucify him. Crucify that man. Yes, one minute, we are singing Hosanna and then in almost the next breath, we are saying ‘Crucify him’.
When we listen to the Passion of the Lord, we may feel shocked or even outrage against the many betrayals of Jesus. We can be so fickle- one moment we are lifting palms in our hands and laying cloaks on the ground for Jesus and not long after we have stripped him of his clothes. Yet the Passion account becomes the mirror for us to look at our own lives and see how our following Him can oscillate between fidelity and betrayal.
Whatever the disciples expected to happen, and whatever the crowds expected, just didn’t happen. Their expectations and Jesus’ agenda are worlds apart. We can be like the disciples, easily disillusioned when Jesus our King chooses another path. Perhaps we forget that inside every one of us resides aspects of each disciple: fear, confusion, betrayal; mistrust; denial; doubt; intellect; ego and so many more. However, “Hosanna”, and “Crucify him” shouted from the deepest core of our being, and often shouted with absolutely no real understanding of what we am asking for, becomes the miraculous vocabulary with which God teaches us the meaning of unconditional love, mercy and salvation.
These are crucial challenges for those of us who cling to the Christian faith and may ask ‘why’ about so many things. Why is there so suffering, pain, violence? Why is our world in such much turmoil? It is enough to turn on the TV or open a newspaper or look online. The answer is embedded in the mystery of this coming week. An answer which is the closest thing to an answer that we Christians may have. The answer is in the Cross. The answer is on the Cross. On that Cross, God makes a promise that in His Son, He will be with us to the end of time. God is not asking us to make a promise we cannot keep. God is asking us to believe a promise that only He can keep.
God steps out of grandeur to stand with us in awkward places at awful times to experience life and death, mercy and forgiveness. Jesus entered Jerusalem in humility but was welcomed as a king. God answers our cries of “Hosanna” in ways so utterly unexpected that we look again to see if they can possibly be true. Is there any better way to commence Holy Week than with palms in our hands and “Hosannas” on our lips? Is there any more faithful way to embark on this sacred journey than to ask God, out of the deep, honest places inside of us, to be our strength, our Everything.
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