Each triumphal entry holds within it the possibility of crucifixion.
In each joy of our lives, we are aware of the possibility of pain.
Blowing out the candles of our birthday cake, we realise we are getting older.
As we hold a newborn grandchild, our delight is deepened as we ponder how generations come and go.
A pang of grief in the middle of a wedding reminds us of those no longer with us.
Loading up the removal truck, we leave behind many memories even as we look forward to settling in our new home.
In the richness and complexity of our experience,
we remember Jesus, rooted and grounded in love
through both triumphal procession and way of sorrow.
© Fiona McDougal, Wellington (2015)