Hosanna, Heysanna…legends about Palm Sunday

1303205410-palm-sunday-procession--qala_662558

Sing out for yourselves…

Today is Palm Sunday! When I was a little kid, I considered it one of the most exciting days of the year. Not as exciting as Christmas or the village fiesta in summer, but still a day to look forward to with anticipation. It was the beginning of Holy Week. Only five days left to the grand pageants of Good Friday, and only seven to Easter and all the culinary treats that brought with it.

In the morning, my brothers and I would take part in a procession, carrying palm fronds and olive branches. It was meant to be a dignified re-enactment of Christ’s truimphal entry into Jerusalem but to us kids it was a welcome break from all the enforced solemnity of lent.  We’d argue who’d be able to carry the biggest olive tree branch, often breaking into scuffles or staging impromptu duels with the palm fronds.  In our minds, gladiatorial arenas and the Good Friday/Easter story were indelibly linked.

Today I have quite a collection of legends and folktales about Palm Sunday. My favourite is the one about the obstinate donkey. It tells of a dour farmer whose old donkey refused to do any work.  No matter how much he cajoled, scolded or beat, it simply refused to pull a plough or turn the mill wheel.  The farmer decided to send the useless animal to the knacker’s yard.  His kids, who’d grown up playing with the donkey, convinced him to give it away instead.

He offered it to two men who happened to be wandering past his farm looking for an ass.  They were apostles, sent by Jesus who wanted to enter Jerusalem on the back of a humble beast. The donkey became so loyal to Jesus it would not be shooed away, not even when he was arrested and sent to Golgotha for crucifixion. Standing under the cross, the donkey was so distressed to see his suffering, it turned its back on the scene.  But it still wouldn’t leave! The moment Christ died, the shadow of the cross fell across the donkey’s back, leaving a permanent mark in recognition of its loyalty. Ever since then, many donkeys have carried a cross-shaped patch on their backs, to remind people that one of their ancestors had carried the king of kings into Jerusalem.

My childhood friends and I used to wonder why Jesus was said to have entered Jerusalem on a donkey rather than a horse or a camel like the three wise men. Later I learnt that in the ancient Middle East, the horse was a symbol of war. A king thundering through the city gates on its back had come to conquer.  A monarch riding a donkey meant he had come in peace.  Jesus was pointing out that his mission was one of peace.

185657_183258581716522_178896035486110_399696_5483850_n

Related posts:

Pop in a Pancake – Pancake Day Traditions

Advertisements

8 Comments

Filed under Fairy Tale posts, Festival Posts

8 responses to “Hosanna, Heysanna…legends about Palm Sunday

  1. I don’t remember much happening for Palm Sunday here apart from the handing out of palm crosses at Sunday school. One of my neighbours still likes to have pussy willow palm in the house for Palm Sunday – usually I have a tree just coming into blossom for it. Not this year. I brought some twigs in earlier in the week and they just have the first signs of bud opening.

  2. I love the idea of bringing branches indoors, Mary. I usually have forsythia all around the house for Easter. Love the bright yellow which I always associate with Spring. Not much luck this year, though.

    • I brought forsythia branches in about a fortnight ago and they’re just coming into flower. Just as well they haven’t flowered outside though with this weekend’s snow!

      • I usually wait until they flower to bring some in, from a mate’s front garden. I’m sure none are going to survive this weekend. Am consoling myself with my thyme and snapdragon seeds which have just sprouted.

  3. Yesterday we walked through town following a donkey ( actually a Blackpool donkey over-wintering at a local farm ). But this year the snow stopped it feeling quite like the approach to Easter. Thank you for the story.

  4. Hi Saviour… thanks for this blog. Yes I also followed a donkey through the streets of Chelsea yesterday stopping buses etc. and later in the day i saw people carrying all sorts of things like sheaves of grass and mimosa blossoms. It was quite charming to know there are still people in London who celebrate Palm Sunday.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s