Sunday ...

Sunday ...

Earlier today Chip asked if we knew why the day was called "Sunday." As five year olds are wont to do, he then proceeded to offer an answer: "It's called Sunday because Jesus is God's son." Cleric that I am, I can work with that!

Seriously, though. While my son's etymological offering may be flawed, he's right that this day is the Son's Day. We've celebrated Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem, with great excitement, joy -- and foreboding. We've envisioned the crowds and the cheering -- and images of what's to come. As we've done so, we've also hopefully had a chance to steel ourselves for the darkness that will gather, knowing that as bleak as things may seem, God's love will triumph in the end.

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