Palm Sunday: beautiful music, scripture, reverence for the Sacrifice made for us all so that we could find our way back to the Love that unites us all. His being willing to feel every person’s pain, to befriend us personally, compels us to be willing to share each other’s burdens in kind.
I caught tidbits of quiet conversations between friends trying not to talk politics there, but: Saturday’s protests. Where they were. How it united so many, so everywhere, so good.
There was Hope in the services.
And in those conversations. A lightness felt, a burden lifting: we will get where we intend to go.