“They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, ‘Hosanna!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’
‘Blessed is the king of Israel!’”
~ John 12:13 [NIV]
Through all those everyday, ordinary, same old blue-grey and mousy brown uniform season weekdays of students in dress-alike plaid and Madeline-in-two-straight-lines and feeling nondescript as Dorothy in her Kansas black and white world grown dim –
my personal closet consisted of two starched white blouses, a solid brown sweater to coordinate with skirt and saddle shoes. A cozy tee-shirt or two, maybe a pair of jeans. All I really needed — and in a tight economy, only practical.
But, oh…those lovely five different outfits my younger sister got to wear at her school!
So that… when trees began to bud, I spent my days of playgrounds and fractions and sentence diagrams dreaming of new linen dresses springing magically forth from mom’s bobbin a’hoppin’ and a’skippin’…
because… I knew… Sunshine streams in rainbows at Easter.
Beginning with the walk up the aisle this day to retrieve our palm fronds, waving them jubilantly in honor of our King, riding promise on a donkey, singing alleluias and feeling my heart swell with the joy of His coming… Assured purple cloths hiding his face would soon fall away and altars bloom resplendent in lilies and light…
When every day was leading to the moment of secret twirls before my mirror spinning in new skirt, dancing in pristine patent leather whites and silvery buckles… .
I remember how that Easter… the year of our tulip dresses… dawned bright upon same-style but uniquely planned-colors laid out upon our beds. Soft pastel blue for my sis. Cherry-blossom pink for me. Oh so beautifully, delicately designed. Scallop skirts of flower-like, upside down petals in solid hue, coordinating gingham peeking out like slips between their folds.
And…just a few doors down the street where the sidewalk curved and a charming Cape Cod warmed … our dear sister-like friend waking up to her own lemon yellow version.
And as I replay that morning in mind, dancing in to Easter Sunday like three little blooms of Pentecost coming…Two close mom-friends beaming across the pews at their handiwork… and our surprise…
I think how everyday mundane life… even now… and maybe even more… can take on that hue of going nowhere, same old same old, feeling a strain towards something… more…vibrant…
But… how the resurrection hope speaks of new eternal life… bodies that never wear out… garments of shining white… diadems and pearls…
Dancing on streets of gold
Glory in fresh design and colors we have not yet seen…
Unending joy in tailored-for-you-and-me-made purpose yet to behold…
And Love triumphant
Riding in on a stallion of majesty and beauty
Transforming mundane to forever Easter Glory.
And on this day, I know…Palm Sunday heralds the news about to unfold… strings pearls of hope as garlands around our hearts.
Proclaims in Halleluia chorus…
Sings out… Yes! Sunshine streams rainbows at Easter… in a raiment of everlasting bloom.
Carols HOPE alive…with His songs of victory reigning… above and through the clouds…over you, over me.
For even in the here and now… He is risen with healing in His wings
Comforting, leading, empowering us with His Holy Spirit.
Taking us by His right hand,
Seating us in the heavenlies,
Establishing the Strength and Sovereignty of the Throne Room there behind our prayers,
Pouring out His hard-won victory over our battles.
Shining our moments like stars in His crown…
So let us join with hundreds of thousands before us… wave our palms and hold His promise close –
Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord.
© Pam Depoyan