‘Took branches of palm trees, and went forth to meet him, and cried out: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord.’ John 12:13. KJV

This Saturday before Palm Sunday and the beginning of Holy Week is a beautiful day in my neck of the woods. It is time for Jonathons’ Birthday Dinner and we are traveling to Paducah, Kentucky for the special event. The Freight House has quickly become one of our favorite restaurants. A little perusal through the artistic shops nearby…is just the ticket for a lovely afternoon.

Our heartfelt proclamations, at the time of their utterance, are powerful words that seem that they will by virtue of their Herculean Rhetoric… guarantee that their prophecy will come to pass. Some of the people who cast palm fronds in front of the Christ…a few days later cried out to Pilate…’Give us Barabas,’ and allowed the Messiah of a week ago…to be crucified.

A long-term dedication to a cause is not for the faint of heart. Many days inspiration hides from us in a game of, Hide and Seek. The Group Think of our peers tends to change our convictions in order that we will not stand out…or incur the wrath of them. This phenomenon seems to permeate some of our political/religious discourse whereby those who do not agree… feign agreement in order to remain in good standing in the Club…

MJ and I were shopping in Barnes and Noble yesterday and MJ picked up a little stuffed lamb to accompany Peter Rabbit. Last night I discovered, Beatrix Potter, The Complete Tales on Kindle for $1.99…and I scooped it up immediately. Easter resonates with me in my later years like at no other time in my life. I marvel at the small items and happenings that inspire me to peace and faith and grace. So often we look for God in the whirlwind or the waves of the ocean or the mighty oratory of a self-anointed preacher… When the still small whisper…that you must listen carefully for…is the voice that you are seeking.