Sara Miles wrote recently that Holy Week gives us “whiplash.” She refers to the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows, that come one right after the other, back and forth from Palm Sunday to Good Friday and back again to Easter sunrise.
Life is whiplash too. At New Dublin, we had a beautiful Palm Sunday with children running around and people joining the church and everyone coming forward to receive Holy Communion. Then, we heard about the horrible violence against our Jewish brothers and sisters motivated by hatred unspeakable. Lord, have mercy.
In an instant, a mother lost her father and her son by the hand of a maniac. Her response: “I know they’re in heaven together.”
After worship, another mother took this picture of Sam and his buddy. And it gives me hope. Not to lessen the violence or downplay the tragedy; rather the opposite – to proclaim life through death, light shining in the darkness. No matter what, we are in this together.