Reflections on Palm Sunday

ОМСК Palm Sunday already! Somehow time had gotten away from me, and here was the big church holiday already. I couldn&believe it; somehow I thought it was still a week or two away. Time flies this year, perhaps because so much is going on in the news every day.Palm Sunday, when the Lord went triumphantly into Jerusalem as a king, prefiguring his future unending kingdom. And we remember that Christ was crucified by the same people one week later. And this, for me, signifies how life betrays us, others betray us, we betray ourselves, and our bodies betray us by getting old too. Everything eventually follows a betrayal, except in hope of the resurrection.It all reminds me of a curious play I saw at the Omsk Drama Theatre—Визит дамы, a morose and rather negative and even dangerous play of vengeance. A woman is seduced in her youth, then becomes immensely wealthy later in life, returns to her home village, and step by step brings her former seducer to his death.She was betrayed by her seducer, and she wreaked vengeance on him in a very studied way, without anger, but in a business sense of getting her way and carrying her plan to the end. And in a poor town, money talks.She was betrayed, and the man must be put to death, and she had the money to do it. Of course, the normal course of law was betrayed; she betrayed herself again by being so open about being victimized, and here in the play we cannot find a scrap of Christian forgiveness, and maybe we shouldn&the dog got a...