Palm Sunday

We didn't just celebrate Palm Sunday in church today, this afternoon was Communion. The triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the praises, the Hosannas (God Save Us) the untrained colt, the waving palms, then the plot. That horrible plot, the man of sorrows, He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with His stripes we are healed. This week is Passion week, we need to remember, we need to be thankful.
Mark and I had a very quiet Sunday afternoon, restful and uneventful. I made a big pot of stone soup minus the stone (chicken, vegetables, wild rice, mushrooms) for dinner.
I received a message today from a parent whose son is in prison. She writes:
Thanks much. Our son has a Bible but he is facing a long sentence and he's just not ready for a study yet. Thank you though for all you do.
It's very difficult having a son in prison. Few people understand our feelings.  No one raises their children to be inmates. We are very fortunate to be able to visit often. You look around the visiting room, see the tears, know the ruined families, the emotions and you know that the inmates aren't the only ones in prison. It is heart wrenching to watch these young guys visit with their elderly parents, young children and hear how life continues to move on while theirs is at a standstill.
If there is anything her son needs more than her support it is to learn that Jesus loves him so much he died for him while he was yet a sinner. This is what Berean is all about. The gift of a Bible is a way to give hope to the hopeless. When a prisoner learns what Jesus did for him this sometimes brings a change of heart, not only brings a new heart but new hope.