Passion Sunday Was?


On a scale of 1 to 10, how consciously aware of each passing moment are you?

It’s challenging isn’t it?

To be fully present. All of the time.

As we were driving to Church yesterday morning, I told Cheryl that parking will be a challenge.


Because yesterday was Passion Sunday.

But I was wrong.

The parking lot was not overflowing.

There was no standing room only.

Vacant parking spaces.

(Those attending held a palm and waved it back and forth as the alter boys and alter girls, Eucharistic Ministers, the Lectors, the Deacon, and the Priest proceeded through the congregation)

And there was something else.

Vacant seats.

Life is hard. Time marches on.

Fit For A King?
Fit For A King?