Today is Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week, the week leading to Easter, the day we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Yep, I believe that Christ died (Good Friday) and rose 3 days later. And I believe it was for me, for you, and the world.
We walked into Saint Patrick's Presbyterian Church (a little late, which is so
A little later, as I sat listening to the sermon, I was reflecting on many aspects of my life and my connection to Jesus. I am grateful for this connection...this relationship. I am 32 years old, and it is a relationship I have had for 13 1/2 years. I didn't grow up going to church, and while I understand the reasons why, I can't help but feel that I missed out on a lot. I hadn't heard of Palm Sunday until I was in college, and here I am this morning, watching my son walk through the sanctuary waving a palm branch, like the people of Jerusalem waved them for the Messiah, Jesus. Emotions.
I also reflected on the humility of Christ entering Jerusalem on that day. Not on a war horse, but on a donkey (Zechariah 9:9, Matthew 21:1-11). He was (and is) King! Royalty! Ruler of all! Can you picture the Queen of England entering London to go to Buckingham Palace on the back of a donkey?!? It's just not what you would expect, and I'm sure His suffering, death on a cross, and resurrection from death was not what the people expected of their Messiah either.
So, back to this overwhelming gratitude...I am grateful God loves. I am grateful for Christ's death and resurrection, and that He is my Savior. I am grateful that He can be your Savior too. I am grateful my hubby loves God. I am grateful our boys get to grow up going to church and that they will probably understand more about the Father, Son, Holy Spirit, and Bible in their lifetimes on Earth than I will in mine. I am grateful for His peace, understanding, and mercy. Emotions.
