Brave shoots of green push their way up to the surface, daring us to believe that spring has arrived. May their hardy strength be a symbol of hope as we approach Holy Week with palms to wave and a powerful and often painful story to travel with through the coming days. Abide in us, Most Holy One, as we enter into the hurt that puts us back in Jerusalem of old and moves us through parades, shared meals, denials, brutality and, ultimately, new life. Let us not rush to the ending, Great and Good God, but rather recognize ourselves along the way. We pray all this in your gracious name. Amen.