03/29/2026
Today Is Palm Sunday…
Today, the streets remember.
Not with noise—
but with whispers of branches
laid down in surrender.
“Hosanna,” they cried,
with hopeful hearts and open hands,
welcoming a King
they did not fully understand.
He came not in power
as they expected—
no crown of gold,
no throne of stone—
but riding humbly,
lowly,
on a borrowed c**t.
A Savior who chose
gentleness over grandeur.
Peace over pride.
Love over being understood.
They waved their palms,
not knowing
those same hands
would soon fall silent.
Because the praise would turn.
The cheers would fade.
And the road they laid with branches
would lead Him
to a cross.
But still—He came.
Knowing the betrayal.
Knowing the suffering.
Knowing the weight of every sin
He would carry.
Still—He came.
For the broken.
For the weary.
For the ones who would shout His name
and the ones who would forget it.
Today is Palm Sunday—
a reminder
that our King is not distant.
He steps into the dust with us.
He sees.
He knows.
He chooses us anyway.
So lay it down—
your burdens, your pride, your fears.
Place them at His feet
like palms on the road.
And whisper it again,
with a heart that understands a little more now—
Hosanna.
Save us.
