60 second Sermon for Palm Sunday / BBC Radio Sussex
It starts with a rustling. A realisation. A migration begun. A rumour circling like smoke,
In the ears of the wisened and gnarly, faith ignites: is this the one, the messiah, a long awaited hope?
Who is this man? this King? coming on a stolen colt and seeking to take our pole position?
The air is filled with talk of redemption, liberation, salvation for the human condition.
It continues with a bustling. A realisation. A migration of word as clamour arises,
scrambling for a glimpse, palms wave, coats fall, honour given as this party of 1 is recognised.
The sun will set and rise, and a few more, gone now is the awe, honour passes in favour of condemnation
‘Lift him high’ becomes outrage, an angry outcry of ‘crucify’, send him to damnation.
We end with a hustling. A realisation. A migration of my voice, I am in that crowd, my voice calls out with doubt in that street
And for now I sit with that, awaiting the coming joy, but seeking space and depth, to know my Lord, this Holy Week.