by Carol Cook Moore
O God, as your incarnate passion enters the city gates, riding on
a colt, we halfheartedly join the parade.
Give us the passion to want to follow you
even when no one else will.
As those who are waiting for a Savior clamor to shout hosanna,
we go through the motions.
Give us the desire to believe even when others do not.
As the disciples draw near to hold on to their Jesus, we keep our
distance, choosing the wilderness over a promised land.
Draw us in. Open our clenched hands and frozen hearts.
When the palms are stilled, when we leave the story because we
do not want to hear the tale of betrayal, torture, and death,
Hold us in the truth of your unending love.
Forgive us for our own acts of betrayal, and fill us with compassion
to believe against all evidence:
You are the one who turns mourning into dancing, death into life.
Permission is granted for use in corporate setting. Copyright © 2012 The Upper Room. Used with permission.
Carol Cook Moore is an ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church and a member of the Oklahoma Annual Conference. She is currently working on a collection of writings on the topic of encountering grace in the midst of grief. In addition to teaching courses in worship, preaching, and designing worship, Carol enjoys gardening, beaching, and preparing family feasts.
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