Typically parades are mostly entertainment. They are filled with short pieces performed by marching bands, Shriner’s antics, and convertibles with local dignitaries. They also include civic pride – gratitude for first-responder and military service, community-awareness about agencies. Occasionally parades are focused on a particular message. I imagine those are the parades that stick with you the following days. I reflected far more on the experience and meaning of participating in a march on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day than I ever did watching a Thanksgiving or Christmas parade go by.
Before the church dubbed today, “Holy Monday,” there was the Monday after Jesus’ “Triumphal Entry.” Palm branches littered the streets as they dried out, other debris remained after the crowds disbursed the day before. Surely the parade-goers’ ears continued to ring with “Hosannas,” even though their mouths no longer shouted them. Surely their minds continued to go back to the day before.
Using textual clues in Mark, it appears Jesus cursed a fig tree, went to Jerusalem, cleansed the Temple, and returned to Bethany on Holy Monday. His closest disciples were part of that. What about the shop-keeper who shouted his “hosannas” in Bethany the day before. What was he doing on Monday? What was he thinking about? What was the mother who ached over her child’s insufficient food or job prospects reflecting on?
What are we to do this day after the parade? I still haven’t heard the stones shouting out (Luke 19:28-40), so it appears that it remains for us to proclaim Jesus king, to speak up for the voiceless, and to cry out to Jesus for salvation. What thoughts and actions are occupying you this day after the parade?