Hosanna in the Highest
In church school on Palm Sunday the two year olds decorated paper palm fronds and learned that Jesus is My King. Nathan played with his palms off and on for the rest of the day, took them to bed with him and asked for them first thing the next morning:
Mama: Can you tell me the story of the palms?
Nathan: A sing!
M: We sing?
N: Ja. Sesus.
M: We sing to Jesus?
N: Hosanna! Hosanna!
As we get ready for the Three Sacred Days, Nathan is still waving his palms and singing Hosanna. It’s amazing the stuff kids pick up. It makes me think maybe we should be a little more careful with our theology (not more Clean up, clean up for Jesus. He does not like a mess. Clean up, clean up for Jesus and be forever blessed...) and reminds me of that well loved story of Harvey the Pirate on the cross. (What do you mean you don't know that one?) It also makes we wonder what the adults in our house are doing to get ready for the Sacred Triduum. At this point the only thing I’m sure of is we’re buying ice cream for tomorrow night’s Maundy Thursday neighborhood potluck. That’s a good way to prepare our hearts and make space for God, right?