braiding palm leaves

This week is Holy Week, which began with Palm Sunday. We were given palms at our church along with the rest of the congregation. Our newsletter states:

“Blessed palms have always been respected as holy objects or sacramental. Some families place one or more on the wall behind a crucifix or holy picture until the next Palm Sunday, or they might braid them into crosses for wall decorations.”

This was the first year that we received palms. When we got home, Geoffrey set to braiding them just as he had done when he was younger. We plan on displaying them with our other important possessions once they’re dry.

Remy was baptized at this time last year, which is so fitting given that this is the time when we, as Christians, renew our baptism.

I also found it fitting that Geoffrey braided the palm leaves on our church pew that serves as our dining room seating.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Easter! I’ll see you next week.

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Emory

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