King

John 12:9-19

As a child I loved Palm Sunday. In some ways it had more appeal to me than Easter. There seemed to more pomp and ceremony. Jesus was in his place as King. It was a day of celebration. Thus a feel cheated by the modern lectionary which reads the whole of the Passion on Palm Sunday. I want to wave and celebrate with the Jerusalem crowds. Maybe they did turn a few days later, or maybe they were all in bed when another crowd condemned Jesus. The child in me wants to wave palm branches, shout Hosanna and celebrate Jesus as my King.