The Gritty Juxtaposition of Holy Week

We all spend our lives in-between the here and now, the past and present.

Holy Week.

The hinge of all in-between, juxtapositions.

Today is Palm Sunday. Today we re-enact the drama of the day when Psalm's words came true...

⁷ Lift up your heads, O you gates;
   be lifted up, you ancient doors,
   that the King of glory may come in.
⁸ Who is this King of glory?
   The LORD strong and mighty,
   the LORD mighty in battle.
⁹ Lift up your heads, O you gates;
   lift them up, you ancient doors,
   that the King of glory may come in.
¹⁰ Who is he, this King of glory?
   The LORD Almighty—
   he is the King of glory.

Today. We remember the sounds of children. We remember the symbol of glory, the symbol of majesty that this day became.

And today. We stand on the hinge of grittiness. Today. We stand between. We know what the week will bring. Yet, we can shout "Hosanna in the Highest" today, for today, our king has come. For today, we know that despite being between the here and now, we are always and forever cradled in the hands that created the gritty juxtaposition. And that, my friends, is amazing grace.