Sunday, March 24, 2024

The Sunday Sermon


 
Dear Diary,

This Palm Sunday was a day draped in the grace of tradition and the warmth of spring's tender embrace. We journeyed to St. Ambrose in Des Moines, where the church we’ve grown fond of opened its doors and heart for a beautiful Palm Sunday service. The liturgy was a tapestry of poignant readings and soul-stirring hymns that brought the Passion narrative to life, just as it was read from the Gospel of Mark.

The Mass readings, beginning from Isaiah, reminded us of the prophecy fulfilled, the psalms that echoed our cries and joys, and the epistles that brought us the teachings of humility in Philippians. The Gospel, a vivid recount from Mark, guided us through the path of reflection, urging us to witness and partake in the story of Jesus as he walks toward his destiny.

As the palms were blessed and distributed, each frond seemed to hold a story, a legacy of faith passed down through generations. The woven crosses we took home will find their place on our walls, a constant reminder of the day's significance.

The day unfurled like the pages of a well-loved book under the caress of the sun. We saw the soft buds on trees, the stirrings of life beneath the soil, and the skies painted with the gentle brush strokes of twilight. And as the day drew to a close, it felt like we were part of something eternal, a beautiful ending to a beautiful day.

Always, in the quiet moments such as these, I find my thoughts turning to gratitude. Grateful for the church that stands as a beacon of hope, for the community that gathers in faith, and for the promise of renewal that spring brings.

In His peace, Kathy

Today's Little Visit


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