The story is about Jesus but is also about each of us. Palm Sunday asks what Jerusalem is for you and me.

What in your life and mine is the walled city where we must ultimately go if we are to find life? What is the Jerusalem that awaits our arrival, where we will confront the heart of the matter and die in doing so, for the sake of life?

Jerusalem is different for each of us. Most of us have had more than one Jerusalem… Jerusalem for one is her job or career, for another his family, for others the marriage or friendship or an aspect of oneself, an ancient fear or life-long addiction or obsession or lethargy or simply a deep dark hole around the edge of which we seem to walk daily.

Jerusalem is the last place in the world I want to go. But life until I go there is forever an evasion, dodge, avoidance, denial, end run around, substitute, less.