I have attended many Palm Sunday services. Every year I would take home the palms and they would be in the house to remind me of the triumphal entry of Jesus my King. On some occasions I would get a cross from someone made from the palms and I always liked that. This year I was given the most beautiful of all the palm crosses I have ever received from a teenage girl at church. On Saturday I was at Camp St. Christopher to share in a Cursillo team meeting. I'm not on this particular team but because I am on the next one and Cursillo in this diocese is new to me I was invited to attend. I had free time during the day when some specific groupings were meeting. As I walked around the camp which is filled with many palm trees and palmetto vegetation. I could visualize the people around the Mount of Olives cutting off or breaking off palm branches as Jesus came by. Although palms are not majestic like the giant redwoods of Muir Woods or the spectacular trunk and cover of a very old live oak, they are majestic in their own right. Perhaps it is the association I have with Palm Sunday and the sign of His royalty, but walking among the camp palms is beautiful and spiritual.
Todays celebration of Palm Sunday seemed more realistic after being in that place among the palms.
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