In line with modern practice, the Sunday universally known
as Palm Sunday now has two names. Strictly, it is called ‘The Sunday of the
Passion: Palm Sunday’. This is because, uniquely, there are two Gospel readings
on one day. The first – in the Liturgy of the Palms – recounts Jesus
‘triumphal’ entry into Jerusalem, that bright moment when children waving palm
branches led him – fleetingly -- to be hailed as king. The second, the long
Gospel usually read or sung by several voices, recounts the dark sequence of
events that followed – betrayal, abandonment, intense physical pain,
humiliation and finally death. Holy Week is framed by this narrative. It is taken from
Matthew, Mark or Luke (this year is Mark), and then repeated on Good Friday
(always in John’s version). The days in between are set aside for sustained
meditation on the meaning of Christ’s passion, an opportunity to help us
understand the full significance of the Resurrection properly.
Grunewald's Mocking of Christ |
The Palm Sunday readings are unusual in another respect too.
The Old Testament (from Isaiah) and Epistle (from Philippians) are the same
every year. In different ways they both underline an important fact. The
significance of death on the Cross is not to be found primarily in the terrible
suffering it involved. History tells of many heroes who died painful deaths
struggling gloriously for what they believed to be right. This is not Christ’s
Passion. Indeed, it is the precise opposite of a heroic death. Jesus died in
the most shameful and humiliating way that the ancient world was able to
devise, and did nothing to defend himself.
Leonardo Da Vinci -- Judas and Peter |
Astride the colt and claimed as King
that Sunday morning in the spring,
He passed a thornbush flowering red
that one would plait to crown his head.
He passed a vineyard where the wine
was grown for one of royal line,
and where the dregs were also brewed
into a gall for Calvary’s rood.
A purple robe was cast his way,
then caught, and kept until that day
when, with its use, a trial would be
profaned into a mockery.
His entourage was forced to wait
to let a timber through the gate,
a shaft that all there might have known
would be an altar and a throne.
Marie J Post (American hymn writer 1919-1990)
Marie J Post (American hymn writer 1919-1990)
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