It’s Palm Sunday
Syria and Mogadishu and Tanta and Alexandria (if you’re not familiar with the Coptic Church, this is a bit as if Rome had been bombed).
When I was small, we stood outside the front of the church with palms and processed into the church, singing All Glory, Laud and Honor. (It has an interesting history: words from the 9th century, the custom of singing it on this day from the 16th, and the tune most commonly used from the 17th). Mom loved this hymn. We sang it a little faster than this.
Now I am an adult and tomorrow tonight I celebrate Passover, the holiday of deliverance and liberation from our enemies.
Let peace come soon.