As has become our custom at Reconciler, I didn’t preach. We let the liturgy, the scriptures, sung and read, the hymns preach. We walk a lot in our Palm Sunday service: We the Palm procession, we also process around to different stations for the reading of the Passion Gospel, we process up to gather around the altar, and we then process to the baptismal font for dismissal. It’s a beautiful service.
The triumphal entry and palm procession didn’t move me this year, or rather it rang hollow. The griefs of the passion story was more palpable for me this year. This time around the knowledge that the crowds shouting “Hosanna” would soon melt away muted the celebration at the beginning of the service. Grief, loss and the unexpectedness of the liturgy and the Gospel were prominent in my consciousness as I presided in the liturgy.
This is not surprising given that 2013 was a year of loss and grief. Very little went as I had thought and my father passed at the end of 2013. Little of what I’m facing now did I expect to be facing when I last celebrated Palm Sunday and entered Holy Week last year. A year ago we we’re wondering whether or not my dad’s recovery from a major stroke would be a slow or quick recovery. Nothing indicated that in 7 months he would die. I also didn’t expect that the community would be down to four people in a temporary space big enough only for the four members curtailing much of the activity of the community (I’ve written about our “winter” here and here). The events that are remembered and rehearsed in Holy Week, weren’t anticipated by the disciples and full of distress, loss, grief, and confusion.
Even the hopeful reality of Easter and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, wasn’t what the Apostles and disciples of Jesus expected. The whole of what we celebrate and enter into in the liturgies of this week are tinged with loss, grief. Even the Resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth means a certain loss: Loss of what the Apostles thought was about to come in the life and ministry of Jesus.
We may fail to see the complexity of the story and the liturgies. We know the story, the path of the liturgy is well worn. But life happens, and we find ourselves in unexpected places with griefs and losses that we didn’t have the last time we walked this way of Holy Week, of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday. If we pay attention we can find these liturgies, these scriptures not only speaking to our situation, but showing us something we hadn’t seen or experienced before.
We come again and again over our lifetime to these Holy Days, both to interpret our lives, but also because there is always more to learn and experience in these liturgies and these Scripture texts.
Whatever the intervening year has brought you, I encourage to attend to it and how the liturgies and Scriptures are experienced differently because you are in a different place. Come to these familiar rites and texts with anticipation. There is more than you expect in them, there is a deep reality and resource in them. Encounter them in the difference that life has brought you since you were last here.