Holy Monday is Not the Average Monday
Yesterday, the streets rang with hosannas. Palm branches waved. A donkey carried a King. And yet, just one day later, the mood had already shifted. Holy Monday — the day after the triumphal entry — wasn’t about a parade. It was about purpose. Jesus knew what was coming. The betrayal. The brutality. The crown of…
Monday of Holy Week
A couple of weeks ago, my children had all the family over for dinner. Following the meal, we all sat in the living area to watch the photos of Brennan’s Senior Trip. Ryan, my son, was one of the chaperones. He made sure the guys in his group saw it all. From New York to…