As I prepare for Palm Sunday, and then my Holy Week journey, I think of those ancient people who greeted Jesus along the roadside, crying out Hosanna and enthusiastically waving palm branches.
It strikes me that being religious requires courage. The kind of courage / heart that gets you out of the house, out of yourself, that moves you toward ritual and liturgy, communion and fellowship with others.
To say you believe in God, that you value faith and religion and community, to show up at a church or temple at the beginning of the 21st century, has become an act of protest. Protest against the secularism of our day. The rampant consumerism of our time. It’s a protest against the vulgarization of life.
This is only an invitation . . . but if you could find your way to a church this Sunday, and maybe a service or two during Holy Week, and then culminate your week on Easter Sunday, you might find what many of us find, namely, that to be religious is like taking a deep breath. And Taking a Breath is everything.