Palm Sunday: An unnamed woman and her prophetic act at Bethany
I have no memory. Every Palm Sunday I join the parade of parishioners, waving palm branches and singing “Hosanna” as we process into church. Each year, I am utterly devastated then when the passion is read. The happy hosannas are drowned in the refrain “Were you there?” and I am reminded again that the way of Jesus is the way of the cross. Such is the emotional roller coaster that begins Holy Week.