Shouting Hosanna from the Bathroom Floor
A Palm Sunday Reflection
“Help me! Help me!”
His words echoed down the hallway from the upstairs bathroom. My son was laid out on the floor, sobbing, and heaving and crying out. He was sick in the middle of the night. He was too young to understand what was happening so he cried out, “Help me!” He wanted us to save him from the pain of the moment.
“Hosanna! Hosanna!”
As a man wit…
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