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  1. 📍
    Palm Sunday: Celebrating the beginning of Holy Week 🙏✨
    Only seven days until Easter Sunday! Happy Nameday, dear Mom! 🌿 Love you!
    #PalmSunday #HolyWeek #OrthodoxEaster #Faith #Nameday #Mom #JohnRoss7 #Mastodon

  2. First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, a Presbyterian Church USA congregation (e.g., pcusa.org/about-pcusa/who-we-a), had a presence at #NoKings event in Monterey. Photos courtesy of Elaine Cole.

    Solar-powered, bike-friendly FPC-MRY (fpcmonterey.org) is our home church of 36 years. Its Jay Bartow Memorial Garden is a peaceful rest stop near downtown: bikemonterey.org/rest-stop-tip

    #PalmSunday #NoKingsMonterey #Presbyterian #Christian #Christians #WWJD #WhatWouldJesusDo

  3. First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, a Presbyterian Church USA congregation (e.g., pcusa.org/about-pcusa/who-we-a), had a presence at #NoKings event in Monterey. Photos courtesy of Elaine Cole.

    Solar-powered, bike-friendly FPC-MRY (fpcmonterey.org) is our home church of 36 years. Its Jay Bartow Memorial Garden is a peaceful rest stop near downtown: bikemonterey.org/rest-stop-tip

    #PalmSunday #NoKingsMonterey #Presbyterian #Christian #Christians #WWJD #WhatWouldJesusDo

  4. First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, a Presbyterian Church USA congregation (e.g., pcusa.org/about-pcusa/who-we-a), had a presence at #NoKings event in Monterey. Photos courtesy of Elaine Cole.

    Solar-powered, bike-friendly FPC-MRY (fpcmonterey.org) is our home church of 36 years. Its Jay Bartow Memorial Garden is a peaceful rest stop near downtown: bikemonterey.org/rest-stop-tip

    #PalmSunday #NoKingsMonterey #Presbyterian #Christian #Christians #WWJD #WhatWouldJesusDo

  5. First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, a Presbyterian Church USA congregation (e.g., pcusa.org/about-pcusa/who-we-a), had a presence at #NoKings event in Monterey. Photos courtesy of Elaine Cole.

    Solar-powered, bike-friendly FPC-MRY (fpcmonterey.org) is our home church of 36 years. Its Jay Bartow Memorial Garden is a peaceful rest stop near downtown: bikemonterey.org/rest-stop-tip

    #PalmSunday #NoKingsMonterey #Presbyterian #Christian #Christians #WWJD #WhatWouldJesusDo

  6. First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, a Presbyterian Church USA congregation (e.g., pcusa.org/about-pcusa/who-we-a), had a presence at #NoKings event in Monterey. Photos courtesy of Elaine Cole.

    Solar-powered, bike-friendly FPC-MRY (fpcmonterey.org) is our home church of 36 years. Its Jay Bartow Memorial Garden is a peaceful rest stop near downtown: bikemonterey.org/rest-stop-tip

    #PalmSunday #NoKingsMonterey #Presbyterian #Christian #Christians #WWJD #WhatWouldJesusDo

  7. Branch

    I was cut for celebration.

    Not for lumber, not for kindling, not for the weaving of roofs or baskets, but for a moment. For a shout. For the trembling edge of hope.

    I had lived high above the road, drinking sun, speaking only with wind. I knew the language of sparrows, the gossip of dust, the long patience of trees. Beneath me Jerusalem swelled and sighed as she always did—stones hot with memory, gates swallowing pilgrims, rumors moving faster than feet. I had watched conquerors come clothed in metal and watched priests pass clothed in certainty. I had seen men lift swords and call it peace.

    Then that morning the hands came.
    Rough hands. Eager hands. Hands shaking with the fever that seizes people when they think history is about to break open.

    They tore me from the tree with others of my kind. I felt the sudden ache of separation, the sharp grief of being cut from my source. Sap stung at the wound. Yet even in pain I sensed a strange gladness among the crowd. They did not seize me carelessly. They lifted me high. I became banner, signal, proclamation. The air itself changed. It was thick with breath and expectation.

    Hosanna, they cried.

    Save us.

    I had heard human voices all my life, but never like this. This was not ordinary speech. It was hunger given sound. It was a nation’s ache pushed through throats grown hoarse from waiting. Some waved me above their heads. Some cast my companions on the road, making of us a green, living carpet over dust and dung and stone.

    Cloaks followed. The road became softer than roads deserve to be.

    And then I saw him.

    Not from the heights of the tree now, but close—close enough to see the weariness at the corners of his face, the steadiness in his eyes. He came riding not on a warhorse with iron bit and polished bridle, but on a borrowed colt, awkward and gentle, more village than victory.

    The people shouted like the gates of empire were already cracking. But he did not carry the look of men drunk on conquest. He carried sorrow. No—more than sorrow. A knowing. As though he heard in their praise another sound beneath it, something brittle already beginning to splinter.

    Still they waved us wildly.

    Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!

    I was swept back and forth by the arm that held me. In that motion I felt myself become what they needed: a sign of triumph, a token of national longing, a leafy cry against occupation, humiliation, waiting. For a few bright hours I belonged to joy. Children laughed.

    Men shouted until their faces flushed. Women lifted their voices. Even the dust seemed golden.

    I confess I believed it too.

    I thought perhaps this is why I grew. Perhaps all my seasons of stillness, all my rings of hidden time, had been waiting for this—to honor a king at last. I expected the city to burst open like ripe fruit. I expected thrones to tumble, soldiers to flee, the poor to dance in the emptied courts of the powerful.

    But Jerusalem did not change in a day.

    By evening my green had already begun to dull.

    The hand that held me dropped me at last. I landed beside the road among sandals, hoofprints, and trampled cloaks reclaimed by their owners. People went home with the heat of the moment still on them.

    They talked of prophets and promises and what might happen next. The noise thinned. Shadows lengthened. I lay in the dirt.

    That is where one learns the truth about crowds.

    From the ground, voices sound different. Hope fades into argument. Certainty frays into rumor. Some said he would cleanse everything. Some said he would call down heaven. Some said he was dangerous. Some said he had gone too far. Some said if he were truly chosen, surely now would be the time to prove it.

    The next day I was kicked into a corner near a wall. By then I had begun to curl at the edges. My sap was drying. Flies visited. A dog sniffed and passed me by. Overhead the city continued its holy business.

    Prayers rose. Coins clinked. Deals were made. Religion and empire, as always, continued their old dance.
    I did not see all that followed, but branches hear things.

    We hear from sandals, from servants, from women carrying water, from boys darting through alleys. We hear what walls cannot hold.

    I heard he overturned tables.
    I heard the ones with power began to fear him more deeply.
    I heard one of his own would sell him out.
    I heard there was a supper, bread broken, and words heavy with farewell.
    I heard there was a garden, and friends too tired to stay awake.
    I heard there were torches.

    By the time they spoke of the trial, I was no longer a banner. I was refuse. Brown creeping into green. Bent. Forgotten. Yet I listened.

    They said the same city that shouted for him now shouted against him. Perhaps not all the same mouths, but enough. Enough to make the sound of welcome curdle into the sound of rejection.

    That is another thing a branch learns quickly: the crowd that waves today does not always remain tomorrow. Human devotion can be as thin as leaves and as dry.

    Then came the word cross.
    Not throne. Not uprising. Not victory parade extended into revolution.

    Cross.
    The very syllable seemed to darken the air.

    I remembered how he looked from the road—not intoxicated by praise, but grieved. I understood then, a little. He had entered the city with full knowledge that branches would not stay green, that hosannas would not stay loud, that love among humans is often mingled with demand. They wanted rescue, yes—but on their terms, in their pattern, in the shape of strength they already knew. They wanted Rome answered by something like Rome, only holier, only theirs.

    But he had come otherwise.

    Not to grasp. Not to crush. Not to dazzle. Not to spill another people’s blood in the name of God.

    He came lowly, and lowliness is almost always mistaken for weakness until blood reveals what power truly is.

    I was near enough to one roadside gathering later that week to hear people whisper about Golgotha. Some mocked. Some wept. Some could not understand how the one welcomed like a king could die like a criminal. I could not understand it either. I was only a branch, once green with praise, now brittle with disappointment.

    The sun was hard that afternoon.
    I thought my part in the story had been only this: to flare briefly in celebration and then decay. To be one more witness to human fickleness. To symbolize how quickly worship becomes waste. That seemed truth enough.

    But then came the women, speaking in astonishment before dawn.

    Then came the impossible rumor.
    Then came footsteps running.
    Then came laughter edged with tears and fear and wonder too large for the body.

    Alive, they said.

    And suddenly even a dry branch could begin to understand.

    I had thought I was cut merely to celebrate an arrival. But perhaps I had also been cut to testify to the kind of kingdom this was. All green glory fades. All public enthusiasm withers. All symbols rot if they are asked to carry more than they can bear. Yet he—he passed through praise, through abandonment, through death itself, and was not undone.

    I withered. He rose.

    That is the difference between a sign and the thing signified.

    Years have passed in the memory of the world, though branches do not count years as humans do. I am long gone now, dust among dust, my fibers returned to earth. But I still think of that day when I was torn from the tree and lifted like hope in human hands.

    If I could speak to those who wave branches now, I would say this:

    Do not mistake enthusiasm for faithfulness.

    Do not think loud praise means deep allegiance.

    Do not welcome him as the king of your own causes and then recoil when he comes gentle, undefended, refusing your violence.

    Do not cry hosanna unless you are willing to follow him beyond parade and spectacle, beyond public fervor, beyond the hour when everyone else is still cheering.

    For the road from Jerusalem does not end in applause. It bends toward a table, a garden, a cross, and an empty tomb.

    I was a palm branch. I knew the brief ecstasy of being held high in a crowd. I knew the humiliation of being dropped and trampled. I knew what it was to be green one day and dry the next.

    And because of him, I know this too:
    Even what is cut down may yet bear witness. Even what withers may still tell truth. Even discarded praise may be gathered into a greater mercy.

    I was cut for celebration.

    He was given for the life of the world.

    #biblicalImagination #ChristianArt #churchArt #crossAndCrown #Crucifixion #donkeyAndKing #EasterJourney #faithAndDiscipleship #gospelReflection #holyWeek #Hosanna #Jerusalem #JesusEntersJerusalem #LentenReflection #palmBranch #PalmSunday #PassionWeek #ResurrectionHope #sacredSymbolism #spiritualMeditation #triumphalEntry
  8. Israeli police said all holy sites in Jerusalem's Old City – including those sacred to Christians, Muslims and ​Jews – had been closed to worshippers since the start of the U.S.-Israeli war on Iran.
    Police said they had rejected a request from the Patriarchate ​for a Palm Sunday exemption.

    Today the Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem and the Custos of the Holy Land attempted access nevertheless; and were stopped.
    Here is from their official statement: "This hasty and fundamentally flawed decision, tainted by improper considerations, represents an extreme departure from basic principles of reasonableness, freedom of worship, and respect for the Status Quo."
    lpj.org/en/news/joint-press-re

    #JewishSupremacy #Jerusalem #PalmSunday #IsraelPalestine

  9. This morning, the Israeli Police prevented the #LatinPatriarch of #Jerusalem together with the #Custos of the #HolyLand from entering the Church of the #HolySepulchre in Jerusalem, as they made their way to celebrate the #PalmSunday Mass.. Read the Joint Press Release sj.mcharlesworth.fr/posts/2026

  10. Jerusalem’s Palm Sunday procession canceled due to Iran war

    JERUSALEM (RNS) — The annual Palm Sunday procession in Jerusalem will be canceled this year due to the…
    #Israel #News #al-AqsaMosque #HolyWeekprocessions #iranwar #jerusalem #LatinPatriarchate #palmsunday #PierbattistaPizzaballa #TempleMount #US-IsraelIranattack
    europesays.com/2867597/

  11. Palm Sunday Year A begins Holy Week.

    Jesus enters Jerusalem in humility, greeted with palms and praise. Yet the Passion is near. The readings show obedience, suffering, and love that leads to victory. We are invited to follow this humble King on the way of the cross. ✝️🌿👑

    young-catholics.com/5375/palm-

    #PalmSunday #HolyWeek #CatholicFaith #YearA

  12. If you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to besides the usual church promo stuff, I’ve been busy writing and getting these new pieces ready!

    A friend suggested I do something for Matthew 28, so I took one of my landscape photos and turned them into these digital paintings. Along with "The Good Shepherd," this Easter collection is all about that feeling of a fresh start.
    Available now as framed prints, cards, mugs, #beautiful as a puzzle, and more!

    Click here: andrea-anderegg.pixels.com/col

    #EasterArt #DigitalPainting #HeIsRisen #ScriptureArt #AndreaAnderegg #FineArtPhotography #HomeDecor #Matthew28 #NewRelease #easter #palmsunday

  13. Join us this Easter as we explore the profound emotions of Jesus and his journey to the cross. Discover how Jesus, though tempted, lived a sinless life, showing us the way. Reflect on our own failings and God's boundless mercy that paid the ultimate price. #EasterBlessing #EasterSermon #HolyWeek #JesusChrist #PalmSunday #GoodFriday #ReligiousTeachings #FaithJourney #ChristianWorship #MercyOfGod #SpiritualReflection

  14. From ⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨#AnnafromUkraine⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ @[email protected]

    REVENGE FOR SUMY: UKRAINE STRIKE RUSSIAN MISSILE BRIGADE IN #KURSK REGION Vlog 1014: War in #Ukraine

    General Staff: The Defense Forces struck the Russian #missile #brigade that attacked #Sumy on #PalmSunday.

    #russia #russoUkrainianWar

    youtu.be/VwyCqmImmyQ

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  15. Palm Sunday strike on Gaza hospital draws Christian condemnation - UPI.com (2025-04-13)

    upi.com/Top_News/World-News/20
    ———

    “A hospital in Gaza was intentionally hit by the Israeli military on Palm Sunday prompting widespread condemnations from Christian groups in the Middle East.”

    “Without publishing evidence, the IDF claimed Hamas fighters used the hospital to ‘plan and execute terror attacks’ against Israel. Israel's previous claims that hospitals have been used by Hamas have been refuted by authorities and questioned by the media.”

    “The hospital is administered by the Episcopal Diocese of Jerusalem, a regional diocese of the Anglican Communion representing Anglican and Episcopal Christians across the Middle East.”

    “British Foreign Minister David Lammy also decried Israel's ‘deplorable’ actions [on X]”

    #alAhliArabHospital #AnglicanChurch #PalmSunday
    @[email protected] @[email protected] @israel

  16. Hosanna, loud hosanna,
    The little children sang;
    Through pillared court and temple
    The joyful anthem rang

    #PalmSunday #Christianity #PCUSA

  17. Just noticed it's #palmsunday (or #palmsonntag) today. Here it is, 20 years old, the #PalmTungsten T5. What a beautiful device it was and still is... #palmos #palmpda

  18. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  19. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  20. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  21. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  22. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  23. Tomorrow is #PalmSunday! We hope you'll consider joining us at one of our services, at either 08:30, 10:00, or 18:00 (but please note that the Vernacular service will be held at Spes Bona instead). Come celebrate the start of #HolyWeek2025 with us. 🌴

  24. Opening Prayers for Palm/Passion Sunday Year C (April 13 2025)

    These opening prayers for Sunday worship take their inspiration from the Scripture readings of the Revised Common Lectionary. Worship leaders are welcome to use them for worship, but if you print or display any part of them, please credit the author. Comments welcome.

    The following prayers are for based on the readings for the Sixth Sunday in Lent, April 13, 2025: The Liturgy of the Palms and The Liturgy of the Passion. These prayers reflect my practice when in parish ministry in the Church of Scotland (Presbyterian). At the start of the service we concentrated on the Palm Sunday themes, reading an account of the entry into Jerusalem at the start of the service, followed by selected verses of Psalm 118 as a responsive Call to Worship. We would hear some or all of the Gospel account of the Passion just before the sermon.

    Call to Worship

    Open to me the gates of righteousness,
    that I may enter through them and give thanks to the LORD.
    This is the gate of the LORD;
    the righteous shall enter through it.
    The stone that the builders rejected
    has become the chief cornerstone.
    This is the Lord’s doing; it is marvellous in our eyes.
    This is the day that the LORD has made;
    let us rejoice and be glad in it.
    Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the LORD.
    O give thanks to the LORD, for he is good,
    for his steadfast love endures forever.

    Psalm 118.19-20, 22-24, 26, 29 (NRSV)

    Let us worship God.

    Prayer of Approach and Confession

    Let us pray.

    Blessed are you, Jesus of Nazareth.
    You are the king who comes in peace,
    riding on a donkey.
    You have done deeds of power
    and brought the message of God’s love
    into the world.
    Who can stop us from praising you?

    Hosanna in the highest!
    Hosanna in the highest!

    Blessed are you, God the Father of all creation.
    You have sent Jesus into our world
    to share our joys and sorrows,
    bringing healing and forgiveness.
    Who can stop us from praising you?

    Hosanna in the highest!
    Hosanna in the highest!

    Blessed are you, Holy Spirit of God.
    You are the wisdom which lets us see in Jesus
    a new kind of King-
    a king who brings peace, joy, love, forgiveness and hope.
    And so, we sing songs of praise to him-
    for if we did not, the stones of the earth would shout out:

    Hosanna in the highest!
    Hosanna in the highest!

    Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord.
    You bring peace on earth
    from the glory of heaven.
    Father, Son and Spirit,
    we praise you today!

    Yet we confess that our praise on Sunday
    can turn to cynicism during the week,
    and that our faith is often challenged
    by the sort of darkness we see in the Cross-
    the darkness of inhumanity and injustice
    the darkness of death and despair.

    Do not count our sins against us,
    but for the sake of the Carpenter who won our salvation
    through the wood and nails of the cross
    forgive us our personal failings,
    and strengthen us for the fight against evil.

    silence

    It is the Lord GOD who helps us; who will declare us guilty?

    Isaiah 50:9a (alt)

    Give us, O God, the mind that was in Jesus Christ-
    help us to be humble servants of one another,
    and obedient in all things to his law of love;
    for now we confess
    that the carpenter’s son who rode a donkey
    is exalted above all kings and powers of this world
    and we confess that Jesus is Christ is Lord
    to the glory of God. Amen.

    NOTE ‘Hosanna’ does not appear in Luke’s Gospel account of Palm Sunday, but tradition especially associates the word with this day (see Matthew 21.9, Mark 11.9f, John 12.13). Nor do palms feature in Luke!

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    Featured image: Peter Koenig, Palm Sunday (20th century (United Kingdom).
    from Art in the Christian Tradition, a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN. diglib.library.vanderbilt.edu/ [retrieved April 1, 2025]. Original source: Peter Winfried (Canisius) Koenig, pwkoenig.co.uk/

    #LectionaryPrayers #Lent #PalmSunday #PassionOfChrist

  25. In honor of Palm Sunday, here’s 5 Variants of Dives and Lazarus

    The tune is listed in our hymnal as Kingsfold and tied to No Tramp of Soldiers’ Marching Feet. Great piece.
    song.link/i/1147398004
    youtube.com/watch?v=pZEIiDG2Es

    #windband #band #concertband #PalmSunday #lent

  26. Holy week has come to us just as Jesus came to Jerusalem. Let us welcome him as we are, as he meets us, and in celebration. Hosanna! Come to save us Jesus.

    #Easter #PalmSunday #TriumphalEntry

  27. On this Palm Sunday, as we enter Holy Week, my Dad reminded me of the wonderful poem The Donkey, by GK Chesterton. I think the picture and text say all that's needed.
    Beannachtaí an lae oraibh/Blessings of the day upon you.

    #palmsunday #easter #holyweek #bibleverse #gospel #bibleverses #thoughtoftheday #poetry #donkey #verse #gkchesterton #holybible #Christ #resurrection #jerusalem #crucifixion #church #scripture #palms #branches #hosanna #devotional #biblescripture #lent #jesuschrist #jesus