Today I return to Jamestown. The Deacons will be holding their opening service there. I cannot return to Jamestown without feeling as if I am surrounded by the ancestors. Voices whispering in my ears of what began here, in such humbled and well intentioned ways, became a beginning of the destruction of people across the continent. The stones and the ground cries out, both in joy and great sorrow. The memories and the blood stay long after the people are completely gone.
Jesus is getting ready for his final days, and he is fully aware of the portent and the trauma to come. His entry into Jerusalem begins his passion, the ending of one way of understanding God's love, and the beginning of a completely new way. The people around are filled by excitement and joy. Their understanding is limited but they are witnessing the birth of a new world. God invites us to rejoice when we are part of a new birth or re-birth and to remember that our small place in time is remembered by living God, a compassionate creator that enlivens even the rocks, trees and stones.
Today I ask God to help me return to Jamestown carrying a message of hope. May we remember that God's love and justice are in our grasp. May we always be messengers for healing in this world. May we always carry that Palm Sunday rejoicing as we move through hard and broken places. And may we hear the voices of the ancestors crying for justice and healing, responding with active service and true compassion.