The Easily Swayed

As I write this post, it is 11:30 am on Good Friday. The noon hour marks the hour at which our Lord was nailed to the cross. I can’t stop thinking about Palm Sunday and the time Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a colt. A week before, …the whole multitude of his disciples began to praise God aloud with joy for all the mighty deeds they had seen. They proclaimed: ‘Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord. Peace in heaven And glory in the highest.’ – Luke 19:37-38 A week later, my Lord is hanging on…

Palm Sunday Afternoon Blues

On Palm Sunday morning Mass we celebrate Christ’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem. By the afternoon, I feel a sense of deep sorrow. Partly, I think I feel this sadness because I know by the week’s end; Jesus will be led out for His crucifixion. Also, I think it has to do with the way the world is moving and how our freedom of religion is being threatened. My Palm Sunday blues really started the year after the Obama administration released a report from Homeland Security that named Pro-lifers and Veterans as potential terrorist threats. Next it was the HHS mandate…