As I write this, it is almost 8:00 p.m. on the Saturday evening before Palm Sunday. Christendom (if the western world can in any real way be called that any more) is about to begin the celebration of that holiest of times in the Chistian liturgical calendar. Tomorrow we remember Christ's entrance into Jerusalem upon the back of a young colt. His hour had come at last. Within a week he will suffer the agony in the garden of Gethsemane, the trial before Pilate, the horrors of the scourge, the crown of thorns, the ghastly crucifixion, death, the descent into hell, and the glory of the RESURRECTION. This is what makes the next seven days the Holy Week.

I wish all of you, my friends on this site, a week of prayer, meditation, contemplation, service, and, finally, great joy in the Risen Lord! Take your faith seriously; study it; read the scriptures and the writings of your tradition; pray for each other, your fellow Christians, that we shall all one day (in the words of the old hymn) "meet on that beautiful shore!"

In the love of Christ Crucified,

John