Today is Palm Sunday (March 24)

I’ve always held particular fondness, tender feeling, for this particular scripture:

Then Jesus sat on the young donkey and slowly, humbly, made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem, fulfilling the ancient prophecy in Zechariah 9:9:

“Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”

Although, I don’t claim to be religious per se; I do enjoy reading, and meditating on biblical scripture, while contemplating the individual days leading up to Christ’s death through Easter Sunday. Retracing sacred moments and observances, that inspired, altered, the collective heart of mankind with love, is in my eyes, a supreme expression of divine beauty.
 
Yesterday I attended the Good Friday service at my church and my eldest granddaughter came with me. She is neurodiverse so she sat outside in the foyer and listened to the service via a speaker and drew pictures.

Afterwards I found her in conversation about her condition with one of the church leaders who was interested in learning our church could become more accommodating for neurodiverse people.

When we came home she worked on these two paintings. I quite like them and they will find a home somewhere in the foyer or the meeting room. Step 1 in becoming more welcoming for neurodiversity.





I can almost hear Jesus saying "Suffer the diverse thinkers and spurn them not. Welcome them in my name, for of such is the kingdom of heaven".
 


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