This is the week of ancient pageantry in the Catholic Church. We have palms, we wash feet, we remember the crucifixion, and we wait on Holy Saturday so that we may celebrate the Resurrection on Easter Morning.
I wonder where I would have been standing on that dusty road to Jerusalem. Would I be singing hosanna that day and asking for Barabbas the next. Would I like Peter deny Him even though I had seen all His miracles? I do not know.
I hope that I would have been with Mary, Mary, and John standing at the foot of the cross.