The Divine comes in small things. On donkeys. Or in drug addicts and prostitutes and terrified minorities.
We tend not to see the Divine Mystery. We're still looking for some kind of Empire or Grand Religion to save us. Or at least a powerful God-King. Or at least a President to alter a Supreme Court.
And the Divine Mystery of Love, Trust, and Belonging weeps. And grieves deeply. Because we miss out on peace, on love, on trust, on mystery, on belonging and, instead, bring war, division, mistrust and loneliness.
Because we're looking in all those wrong places for all those wrong things and finding wrong gods while wondering where love is.
Did Palm Sunday really happen?
Yeah, just yesterday.
As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes.