Are you finding yourself absent-mindedly circling Ted's Montana grill now that you have been without red meat for 40 days? Find yourself without any more blog posts to offer? Ready to turn from passion back to action? Ready to go where you want to go again?
Theologians and liturgists, I understand, have been stressing the importance over the past few years of less celebration and more passion on Palm Sunday. Faith communities, the reasoning goes, (for what ever reasons) are finding less time and energy to devote to the passion week Worship of Maundy Thursday and Good Friday in favor of the celebration of Palm Sunday, the Easter Egg Hunt on Holy Saturday, and of course the celebration of Easter Day. We are a spring break culture and a culture of busyness and "a culture that savors a more upbeat religion."
Maybe. But we are certainly no strangers to that transition from action to passion. Whether you welcome Jesus joyfully at the gates of Jerusalem or you are one of the few who stick around for the whole week: we're all looking for the same thing. The word is the same: Hosanna (Help!). I remember the first time I understood the real meaning of pall bearer. I remember after the death of that special loved one as I stood shoulder to shoulder with the other pall bearers. I remember watching the mourners throng out of the sanctuary with tear filled eyes and broken hearts. I remember feeling that weight. I remember the tangibility of it. I remember I didn't want to be there.
We have seen our children grieve. We have watched them live with the consequences of love. We know of the child who leaves in anger. We celebrate the ones who come back, but we also know that some: we never see again. We live forever looking in the distance.
I often thought that I wouldn't have to worry about the time when " somebody else will put a belt round you and take you where you would rather not go"(p. 160) until I got old, but I realize that time is already here.
To turn yourself over to love means you are not in control anymore.
I'm ready for Lent to be over.
I'd rather not be here.