On Passion Sunday, more years than not, I give a children’s sermon. At the conclusion of the procession with palms and the Prayer of the Day, with the kids arrayed near the chancel, I selecte a kid as Jesus. We are going to enact the Lord’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem. (Scholars may quibble as to exactly how triumphal the entry in fact was, but I never bothered the kids with that.)
I pick a kid up (always the smallest I can find; my disk, you know) and as he rides into Jerusalem, the other children are to cheer and flourish their palm branches shouting “hosanna.” This usually requires several tries before they get to shouting with any real energy.
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