Sojourning God,

The world waves palms in Your honor this weekend.

We re-enact the crowd cheering You forward.

Within a week

we stand by and watch the journey

that leads from the table 

to the cross

to the tomb.

Whether we turn our heads away

and hide in our homes;

stand silently on the streets;

Whisper of Your whereabouts;

Deny Your power in our lives;

or collapse at the foot of the cross–

this week is one of thin places.

Places where You reach us.

Remind us in this week of grief and challenge

that it is in these thin places

–the most raw

–the most desperate

–the most human

that You are most present.