Palm Sunday – A First-Person Reflection in the Ignatian Manner

When you rode into Jerusalem, Lord

Did the festive atmosphere cause concern?

Your heart must have been heavy and conflicted

The crowd was jubilant

We cried out, Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!

I cannot help but wonder, Lord

Were we trying to push our agenda on you?

You know you rode in through that gate

The one where the sacrificial lambs were led to slaughter

They tried to silence you, Lord

They tried to silence us, Lord

We were a threat to the Empire

What was stirring deep within your heart?

As we walk together this week, Lord

My humble prayer is that you would teach me

Teach me how to speak out

To speak out in Love

To speak out for Justice

To speak out for the downtrodden

Lord, teach me how to speak your word

Lord, teach me, your servant is listening