We were so blessed to be able to celebrate Palm Sunday in the very place that Christ’s triumphal entry occurred. We did the procession and walked from Bethphage into Jerusalem on the same path that Christ would’ve ridden the donkey on.
We got there pretty early, and I don’t know why we were there like an hour early, to just stand around and wait.
Kara, Lindsay, and Marianne waiting around for the procession to start. It was sooooooo sooooo hot. And we just had to stand around and wait in the heat, not very fun.
Then people started coming through with little boy scouts and monks and friars and other such religious leaders.
This dude was wearing his baseball cap with his robes, interesting combination.
This guy had an awful haircut. I don’t really understand it.
This girl, who also joined with the thousands of people walking in the procession, had a wicked wicked long crazy braid.
There were palm leaves all over. Little kids would sell them all to people.
Palestine!
Here’s me with my little leaf that I found on the ground. Again, it was so so so so so so so hot. I couldn’t handle it. And the walk was going so so so so so slowly. I just wanted to be done.
Me and my two favorite Jerusalem girls. We walked with thousands of other people from Bethphage to St. Anne’s Church just inside the city walls. It was so hot and there were so many people, but still good.
Once we had finally escaped from the crowd and the people, Kara, Marianne, and I went and got some hummus and pitas. Yay! Hummus and pitas!
I love Palm Sunday, especially in Jerusalem. What an opportunity to be able to walk the path of Christ’s triumphal entry. I love Jerusalem.
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