For Palm Sunday, I had a bit of a creative flair and broke from traditional norms. Instead of a sermon, I wrote a poem called "What Kind of Love?" This poem followed the readings of the Liturgy of the Palms and The Liturgy of the Passion. Enjoy! What Kind of Love? What kind of love Would form man out of dust And breathe His own life into him, Knowing the story that was soon to unfold? What kind of love Would share holy space with earthly vulnerability Inviting human to mingle with divine, The flawed with the flawless? What kind of love Would create beauty and freedom, boundaries and will, joy and intimacy, Yet allow for the possibility that we might refuse it all? What kind of love is this? What kind of love Watches his beloved walk away, only to send a prophet to call us back? And hears our cries, forged by self-inflicted chains of God-forgetfulness, Yet waits for us, yearning for the day we return home? ...
I'm a preacher of habit. I keep returning to the old, old story of a Savior and his love. But I wouldn't have it any other way.