I always seem to have mixed feelings and a bag of different thoughts as Holy Week begins with Palm Sunday.
I’m sad, thinking about the coming suffering we’ll remember.
I struggle to imagine the crowds that welcomed Jesus into Jerusalem as he entered the city. I try to picture a crowd lining the road, waving palms, blankets thrown down in front of the little donkey that was his steed.
I feel sorrow for the awful, violent, and humiliating treatment Jesus would receive leading up to his crucifixion.
I try to imagine the thoughts Jesus had leading up to it all; and then, what were his thoughts and feelings as it all unfolded?
I can’t really imagine. All I can do is pray. And so I do.