Today is Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week, the last week of Christ’s mortal ministry. Palm Sunday commemorates Jesus’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem, where he rode in on a donkey and was greeted with palm fronds and shouts of “Hosanna!”.
I wish we did better as a church in preparing for Easter. I’ve seen an improvement over the past several years (I haven’t heard an Easter talk on food storage in over a decade, for example), but we still have a long way to go.
I’m on my second stint as ward music chair, and I would have selected All Glory, Laud, and Honor for church, but it’s stake conference this week, so I didn’t get the opportunity.
I wasn’t there some 2,000 years ago in the crowd singing praises to Christ, but I can sing those praises now. And I’m going to continue with Holy Week by reading the New Testament account of the week leading up to Easter.
I always look forward to your Sacred Music Sunday posts. You always pick such beautiful songs that help me feel the Spirit. Thank you so much!
I face-palmed (no pun intended) my way through Palm Sunday yesterday. We sang beautiful hymns: How Great Thou Art and I Know That My Redeemer Lives. But the talks and the 2nd hour lessons had absolutely nothing to do with Easter, or even – ahem – the Savior. For all the claims of being CHRIST’S ONE TRUE CHURCH, how to we miss it so badly about Easter every year? Blows my mind. (And no, I absolutely do not buy it that we “celebrate Easter every week” by going through the motions of taking the sacrament. Yes, I’ve heard that excuse.)