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Stepping on Palms

This morning while preparing for our community Good Friday worship service to be held in our church today, I ran across several pieces of palm branches that were left over from our Palm Sunday worship this past week.  At first, I did not give any thought to the significance of finding these palms on Friday... But soon it hit me... The palms of celebration and welcome, the palms of hosannas and blessings, are the very palms that would be trampled upon by the feet of an angry crowd shouting "crucify him!", faithful followers of Jesus wondering "is he really the messiah?", and the bruised, blistered, sweaty, bloody feet of Jesus himself as he carries his cross to the place of death and torment...

For you...

For me...

For us...

What do the leftover palms speak to your heart today, on this Good Friday?

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