Palm
Sunday; Yr. C, March 24, 2013
Isaiah
50:4-9a; Psalm 31:9-16; Philippians 2:5-11; Luke 22:14-23:56
Sermon
preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church
Sometimes it can happen to these cheeks
When a poem visits my mind for the
first time
And begins to look around.
They can wonder why rain is falling on them,
And causing my nose to run too.
O boy, what a mess love makes of
me. But
There is nothing else right now I
would rather
be doing … than reaping something from
a
field in another dimension
and leaving it in the marketplace for
any who
might happen by.
Leave something in the marketplace for
us
Before you leave this world.
As I read through the story of
Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem and his passion in preparation for this
morning, I thought about those on the side of the road who watched as their
hope walked the road to death, as tears fell like rain on their cheeks. What a mess love makes of things. God sent Jesus to be human out of love. Jesus walked to his death out of love. We retell his passion today out of love … and
tears fall like rain if we spend too much time with it.
If love hadn't been at the heart of
these events, I think it might have been a lot less messy.