I didn't go down to Church this morning for the Palm Sunday service.
Palm Sunday in the Episcopal Church is a hybrid.
Its full name is “Palm Sunday: The Sunday of the Passion”.
That name indicates the nature of the service.
It begins with a commemoration of the “event” when Jesus (according to the bible) entered Jerusalem mounted on a donkey. The service disposes of that very quickly (usually with the singing of the terminally boring “All Glory, Laud and Honour”), and then moves to a reading of one or other of the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ betrayal, trial and crucifixion.
It’s all too much for me. It “feels” as if we were to re-enact the marriage of Charles and Diana, and then recall her tragic death – all in the space of 70 or so minutes.
Mostly it’s all too much for me because of the “words, words, words” which dominate the service, with never a minute for silent reflection, (see my grumpy blog for last Sunday).
None of which I write should be understood or interpreted as criticisms of the two parishes at which I am privileged to serve. Both places have good and holy priests, holy and superb musicians, and fantastic parishioners.
SINCE THIS IS “HOLY WEEK” .....
..... I will not be “blogging” again until Easter Day. I will “see you” next Sunday.