When… we area silent
I was standing in the Garden of Gethsemane, on the Mount of Olives, looking across the Kidron Valley at the rock and stone platform called the Temple Mt. Johnny, our guide, said, “the gate that Jesus probably entered on Palm Sunday is probably 20 feet below the gate you see today.” That’s what happens. Over time, successive people build on what was there before. There was a gate built by the crusaders. Time went by. Then another gate was built later.
I looked across the valley and tried to imagine that “beautiful gate” now so far underneath what has been built over it. Then I thought about Palm Sunday and what we have built over it. We hold a single palm shoot. We wave it in the air. We sing our songs and gather around the communion table. These are the things that are built over the things going on deep in our hearts and in our lives.
If we could excavate down through the things that have been built on top of the true Palm Sunday moment, what would we find? If we could tear away the fear that holds us back from truly courageous confessions of faith, what would we say? If we could unearth a bedrock faith, how would we live differently than we do today? Would our songs we louder? Bolder? Would our love be more compassionate? Effectual? Would our repentance be more heartfelt? Authentic?
“Come, Lord Jesus.”