Where am I?

Where am I in the crowd of Palm Sunday?

Am I immersed in the crowd, palm branches in my hands, hope rising within, excitement building as Jesus enters the city? Would I be there – rejoicing, celebrating? Shouting Hosanna! Welcoming the King with faith unwavering.

But then I pause.

Because just a few days later, the sound of the crowd changes. The joy turns to confusion. Expectations go unmet. The kingdom doesn’t look the way they imagined. The victory doesn’t feel like victory at all.

And the same voices that cried Hosanna turn on him.

I wonder…where would I have been then?

Would I still be standing firm? Or would disappointment have crept in? Would doubt begin to whisper?

Holy Week holds a mirror to the human heart.

It is easy to praise when hope feels tangible…when the path ahead looks clear and life is good, prayers are answered.

But what about when God feels silent? When life takes a turn we wouldn’t have chosen?

Faith can feel fragile in those moments.

So I recognise myself in the crowd – in both the joyful and the uncertain parts. The part that celebrates loudly when life feels full of promise and the part that wrestles quietly when life feels heavy.

So where am I in Holy Week?

Am I waving palms, full of expectation? Or in the garden, struggling to stay awake? Am I standing at the cross, heartbroken and confused? Or am I waiting in the silence, unsure what comes next?

The truth is, I am in all of those places.

And the beauty of Holy Week is this – Jesus is present in every part of the journey.

He does not turn away from the crowd when their faith falters. He does not abandon those who doubt or struggle to understand. And when faith feels fragile, He remains faithful.

So wherever I find myself – confident or questioning, hopeful or weary, I am reminded that He is still and always with me.