We celebrated today the entrance of Jesus into Jerusalem. As we hold on the palms … waving… singing Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the Son of David…Hosanna to the King of Israel.., i pause and told myself… “you are now at the threshold of Holy Week, the most sacred time in our Christian journey, you are invited to walk once more with Jesus—this time, not just as someone waving palms, but as companions entering deeply into His Paschal Mystery.”

The image of Jesus riding a donkey into Jerusalem is strikingly humble. He does not come with power and pride, but with peace and gentleness. The crowd, filled with hope, waves palms and shouts “Hosanna!”—a cry of praise and plea for salvation. They welcome a King, yet not all understand the kind of Kingdom He brings.

As I contemplate this moment, I find myself asking:
What kind of King do I welcome into my heart today?
Do I seek a Messiah who will remove all hardship, or do I embrace the Suffering Servant who calls me to carry the cross with Him?

This Holy Week comes with a deeper personal weight. Just yesterday, a dear friend who has accompanied me in my own journey was called home to the Father. Her passing has opened in me a sacred space of sorrow, gratitude, and quiet reflection. In this grief, I feel more profoundly the ache of Good Friday—yet also the hope of Easter.

Jesus enters not only the gates of Jerusalem, but the depths of human suffering—our losses, our brokenness, our farewells—transforming them with the power of His redeeming love.

Like the people then, I wave my palm too—not just in celebration, but as a sign of my willingness to follow Him wherever He leads me. The palm becomes not only a symbol of victory, but of commitment.

As I step into the sacred days ahead, may I keep my gaze fixed on Jesus:
—In the Upper Room, where love stoops to wash feet.
—In Gethsemane, where anguish is transformed by surrender.
—On Calvary, where death is embraced and transformed into life.

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