"Far Different" - A Prayer for Palm Sunday
On roadsides and street corners
Our feet curling over curbs
Our necks straining in anticipation
We hope for a glimpse of the holy.
We have our own ideas of what it will look like
With our cloaks spread on the brick and
Our list of demands in hand;
Our lips parting in songs of praise and welcome,
Our thoughts churning with what will be done for us.
And when the moment arrives,
The Promised One comes into view
Far different from what our mental images professed.
Riding a simple and slow beast,
Dressed in common regalia,
He passes by
And if one listens closely, it can be heard:
“Love your enemies.
Pray for the orphan.
Feed my sheep.”
It is here that we have a choice:
To take up your demands instead of ours
Or point accusingly and try forcing you to conform.
Where will peace come if not from where we expect?
Through him you call,
Refusing our categories;
Pointing to love and grace and truth.
In a display of humility we are shown power.
We watch him ride past
Inviting us toward a new beginning.