Weeks ago I bought a used program at the library book sale from Oberammergau 1990 and found this image that I meant to make a SoulCollage® card for, but then put it where it belonged so I couldn't find it until today. I had actually put it in the plastic folder of images I want to work with inside my black rolling SoulCollage® case I take to our group.
While I was at Michael's today I bought some fern stickers to put on the card hoping they look a little like palms. By the way, the monthly used book sales at the Palos Verdes Library District provide me most of my collage materials. Great resource! So are my neighbors who save magazines for me.
So, yesterday was Palm Sunday and at Christ Episcopal Church Redondo Beach, I was assigned the part of Judas to read during the Passion narrative. Fr. Bob kind of whispered to me, "He may have gotten a bum rap." Christ's part was played by Arnie, my Jewish neighbor, and I had to restrain myself from kissing him on the cheek when I betrayed him; Fr. Bob caught that.
Four years ago, Mary Lou my dear friend and travel buddy, and I were privileged to take a pilgrimage tour of the Holy Land with Fr. Ray Mallett of Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Church in Hermosa Beach. It was a life changing experience for me, as those of you who know me well already know.
In SoulCollage®, we are encouraged to write what we call "I am the one who" statements. It makes the card personal. I've put this card in the Council suit and I am the one who was deeply moved walking the path Jesus would have taken on Palm Sunday. When I saw this image, I felt like I taking part myself in the original Palm Sunday procession--but I also snapped back to when our group processed ourselves. I am the one who knew that this image would ease me into Holy Week when we reenact Jesus's final week of life. See that little girl in front with blonde hair? I am the one who would have looked like her. I am the one who has constantly questioned everything my entire life, but each year during Holy Week I manage to suspend my judgments and pretend that I am in Jerusalem and that I'm so sure of my faith, I don't question hardly at all.