Palm Sunday celebrating The King Jesus as he saunters down the dirt road riding on a humble donkey while people throw palm fronds before Him.

Will we remember The Palms that will later be nailed to The Cross? Will we acknowledge that He has our name.. your name, my name..written on the The Palm of His Hand?

How easy it is to remember the joy of a temporary celebration and forget the life altering pain of darkness. 

He didn't forget us on That Ugly Cross with His Palms dripping blood. He won't forget us as he writes our names on His Palms. 

That Cross, His Death....our Life line to an Everlasting Celebration.