A homily for Palm Sunday of the Lord’s Passion, March 29, 2026
Matthew 21:1-11, Isaiah 50:4-7, Philippians 2:6-11, Matthew 26:14—27:66
I’m spoiled. Not rotten, as far as I’ve ever been able to determine (though some people may disagree). But definitely spoiled. So is my wife, my children and daughter-in-law, my brothers and sisters-in-law, and our cats.
Our parents spoiled us, and we, in turn, spoiled the ensuing generations.
Yeah, we have it pretty good.
Our parents and we did it out of love, and because we as children and our children in turn appreciated what went into the spoiling — the time shared, the places visited, the money spent, the sacrifices made — none of us turned out all that rotten.
Yes, it all came down, it all comes down to appreciating what we’ve been given abundantly.
To gratitude. To saying thanks. Often. Sincerely.
