We are pushing Sylvia (my two-year-old) in the swing at the downtown park, enjoying the beautiful spring afternoon. Sylvia points out into the crowd of people saying “Jesus.” Husband and I look out, look back to Sylvia. “What did you say?” She points again — “Jesus.” We crane our heads to the right and turn them back to the left. “Say it again baby.” “Jesus,” she insists, and points to the exact same spot. I look again, and I see a Middle-Eastern lady sitting on the bench with a pink head scarf on. “Did you say Jesus?” “Yes, I see Jesus. There!” I turn to my husband, and we chuckle. “She thinks the lady is Jesus. It is how the drawings from her church lessons look!”
Lady in a scarf:
Makes sense to Me!
So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!”
Happy Palm Sunday Everyone!