It isn’t completely clear what to do with the story of the Triumphal Entry in our current context. Several things feel weird about it this year. Not least of those is the fact that it describes a scene where a crowd lines a street, shoulder to shoulder, breathing the same air, and maybe even, I don’t know, shaking hands or something. [Shudder] More than that, though, there’s a certain amount of weirdness in talking about any group gathering as we are now: me alone in my living room, talking to a computer, with all of you alone in your separate homes listening electronically. But perhaps most of all, as we huddle in place, seeking safety from a dangerous infection, it feels a little strange to be talking about a triumphal anything. Not a normal Palm Sunday.
Sermon Notes