Today we honor Jesus celebratory entrance into Jerusalem, and we read about and reenact the shouts of Hallelujah. We also know what happens within a few days, so this celebration is bittersweet — what the well-wishers hoped would happen doesn’t. Not that Jesus hadn’t warned and foretold all what his worldly destiny would be, but the celebration and shouts of hope for a worldly King drowned out his words.
This Lent we have learned to listen to the whispers and nudges of God. The secrets of the Lord are found in the quiet moments of prayer and meditation, where we hear a hushed voice, a gentle intercourse of heart to heart, and a whispering into our inner ear. We cannot hear such words or secrets if we fill our outer ears with the din of this world, its empty tumult, its excitement, its fretting vanities, its cares, its false hopes, its anxieties, and its whirl of emptiness.
As we enter into Holy Week spend a little extra time listening to the silence, in its whisper are the secrets of God.