Palm Sunday Sprint

I remember a certain priest who always prayed hard for rain on Palm Sunday so he didn’t have to process outside his church.  However, it has always seemed to me to be a necessary… evil, is not quite the word I’m looking for.  So yesterday as it was gloriously sunny and warm here in Falkirk, process we did. It was our All Age Service and we had a young person as crucifer and I suggested that he didn’t hang about when leading the procession. (He does a deliciously slow process when bringing up the elements at mass, but at that speed we’d get through ‘Ride on, Ride on in Majesty’ at least 3 times.) So off he set, lickety splick, and we galloped after him. I was bringing up the rear, running slightly as they disappeared round the corner ahead of me. In fact, 20 Silk Cut a day prevented me singing and running at the same time. Especially singing at the same speed as walking/jogging/galloping. Thank goodness the organist kept on playing for a few verses at a more sedate pace  once we got in to allow us to catch our breath.

Three of our young Confirmation candidates read the Narrative of the Passion too and it was incredibly moving. Young ‘Jesus’ couldn’t really be seen behind the ‘big burrd’ but his lovely deep voice rang out loud and clear. And the other two read at a wonderful pace and with great feeling too. It was really awesome.

Then in the afternoon our housebound and elderly were picked up by our lovely volunteers and ferried in for another Palm Sunday service (without procession naturally) and then Afternoon Tea with our new cakestands.  And no, I won’t tell you how many cupcakes I consumed.

So it was a wonderful day, uplifting and sorrowful all in one. Just what you need to kick off Holy Week. And I was in bed by 8.30pm sound asleep.

And my quote from the week from Milton Jones:

Sometimes religion can seem like the last person in a long game of Chinese whispers. Once Jesus said, ‘Love God and each other’, and now we have the Easter Bunny!


Palm Sunday part 2

It was our Family Service yesterday and the children usually do most of the service, ie readings and intercessions. Kind Rosemary Hannah wrote a special version of  Luke’s Passion narrative for young people and three of them did it beautifully. They had rehearsed it lots beforehand and it was really well done. I was moved and very proud.  And as I stood there listening I noticed one of our little ones watching them speak as if at Wimbledon – you know, head back and forth as each one spoke. She was so engrossed and as the narrative continued her face became more and more anxious until she ended up holding on to her mum for comfort.  Mum told me later she’d asked, ‘Why did he have to die?’

It all more than made up for the lacklustre procession round the garden. I do sometimes wonder why we bother.