For regular readers of this blog, this post will be nothing new, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not a big fan of the mash-up of Palm and Passion Sundays. I’ve written about this ad nauseam: having posted on this issue in at least 2008, 2009, 2012, and 2013. My liturgy professors last summer, The Very Right Reverend Doctor Alexander (is that the title of a PhD retired bishop who is now dean of a seminary?) and The Reverend Canon Doctor Turrell, were adamant that the disjointed nature of the Palm Sunday liturgy, that we move from waving palms and shouting “hosanna!” to crying out “crucify him!” in a matter of minutes is the only proper way to celebrate this particular special day, but to be honest, I still don’t buy it. Here’s why.
The Church has become fatalistic. Because we don’t believe that people will come during Holy Week, we make provisions to enable them to not miss anything. In so doing we perpetuate the problem by a) assuming they won’t come, b) enabling that behavior, c) skip a bunch of holy and good stuff in the name of “they would have missed it anyway.” I’ve decided recently, however, that I’m not concerned with those who, for various reasons both good and contrived, won’t make it to services on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. My level of discomfort with them missing the Passion Narratives is waning as I become more and more interested in the experience of 25+/- disciples who will walk the way of the cross, the way of life and peace, with us every day from Palm Sunday until Easter Day. I’m excited about offering those who desire it a full immersion into Jesus’ final week. I want to be with them at about 12:30 on Good Friday when we stand at those haunting words, “when they reached the place called ‘the skull.'”
To me, the answer to the question posed in the title of this post is simple. It is Palm Sunday, the first day of a Holy Week, the Holy Week. It is about Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem and Pilate is making his royal entrance across town. It is about cries of “hosanna” which means “Lord save us,” from a crowd of people who desire God’s real presence in their lives. It is about the whole city of Jerusalem boiling over with turmoil at the sight of Jesus riding on the foal of a donkey.
This isn’t to say we won’t read the Passion this Sunday. I’m coming around the truth that as an ordained clergyman in The Episcopal church, I can’t just skip it because I don’t like it, but I’ll be darned if you’re going to hear about it on this blog or in my sermon this week. Nope, this week is about Palms, the Passion is important enough to have its own day.