Text: Mark 14:1-9; 17-21; 53-54; 66-72
When I was the age of you balcony dwellers sitting to my right (I am talking to you, Pullen youth), I had a fundamental choice to make about how I was going to live my life. Would I accept the truth about who I knew I was or would I continue to live denying the core of my very being? To accept the truth would mean risking alienating those I loved the most and whose approval I felt I desperately needed in order to survive. To deny the truth, I knew on some level, would mean sacrificing my soul and that which gave my life meaning. My decision was not just about accepting my sexual orientation-that was big enough-but it was about being fully me-with all my different thoughts, beliefs, and feelings-and having the courage to follow my passions regardless of what others might think of me. Later, I will come back to how my decisions played out.
Palm Sunday, this Sunday, ushers us into the drama of Jesus’ final week of his life. The lectionary gives us the option on this day to read the story of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem or to move deeper into the events of his last week; reading portions of the story that tell us of his interactions with those around him during his final days. Our children, in a grand processional announcing Jesus’ arrival and waving palms, have taken us through that triumphal entry. Now, I would like to move us deeper into the events surrounding that last week of his life.