And so it begins. We start Holy Week following in Jesus’s steps. Our Lord enters Jerusalem on a donkey amidst a throng of people and palms, stirred alike by curiosity and the chorus. Two thousand years later, we do likewise.
Throughout the course of this week – a week we rightly call ‘holy’ – our sacred liturgies invite us to re-enter the mystical drama of our salvation in real time so as better to fathom its awesome depths. Yet on Palm Sunday we read not only of our Lord’s entry into Jerusalem but also of his Passion, this year in St Matthew’s account. This seems an odd preview. Without some reflection or synoptic reading, it can feel rather like being thrown in at the deep end.
