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The Palm Branches and The Lamb


Kenny had been born with a twisted limb, and despite wearing a leg brace when he was small, it had not straightened as the doctors had hoped, making walking very difficult for him.  By the time he reached school age he was able to navigate fairly well with a pair of crutches, but this required the use of his hands, so any items that he needed were carried in a tote bag that hung from his shoulder.

Each Easter Season the church that Kenny's family attended marked Palm Sunday with all the children of the congregation entering the sanctuary together, waving palm branches as they came down the aisle, while the adults sang hymns that had been passed down from generation to generation.  The part the children loved best was the tiny lamb borrowed from a local farmer, which was carried in the arms one of the older children leading the procession.  The one chosen to carry the lamb was always the envy of the other children.  When they reached the altar, the lamb was placed in a small pen that had been prepared for it.  Each child placed their palm branch in front of the pen, then reached out to pet the lamb before taking a seat along side their family in the pew.

Every year Kenny had hobbled along in the procession with his palm frond resting in his tote bag, secured to the strap.  How he dreamed of having his hands free to wave his palm branch as the other children did, more often than not tapping them on the head of the child in front of them, causing parents to stifle smiles.  As it was, he was barely able to walk down the aisle holding tightly to the handles of his crutches without tripping over the many feet around him.  The youth pastor tried hard to keep them all walking slow and spaced apart, but being children they tended to speed up and crowd together as they moved along. 

The year that Kenny was ten, the lamb chosen for the procession came from their farm, with Kenny being allowed to select the most perfect baby from their flock.  He spent Saturday afternoon helping his father bathe and groom it, and was so excited for the Palm Sunday Service that he had a hard time falling asleep.  He couldn't wait to find out who the pastor had chosen to lead the procession; he hoped it would be someone that loved that little lamb as much as he did, and would carry it gently, not squeezing it too tight. 

When they arrived at church the next morning, Kenny was wearing his Sunday best - dress pants, shined shoes, a white shirt, and a tie.  He fell into line with a group of children waiting to receive their palm branches while his mother stood nearby to help him secure his safely in his bag.  Much to Kenny's surprise, when he approached the youth pastor who was handing out the palms, he was led to the very front of the procession.  There waiting for him was a small basket on wheels that looked like it had been fashioned from a shopping cart.  It had been covered with palm leaves, and nestled in the soft bed of greenery lay his own little lamb.

Supporting himself with the cart, Kenny was able to move forward slowly without the need of his crutches.  There wasn't a dry eye in the church as he came down the aisle beaming proudly, pushing the cart bearing the precious lamb.  As the children got closer to the altar the adults nearest the aisle grew silent, witnessing a miracle transpiring before their eyes... Kenny was walking more upright with each step.  By the time he reached the front he was putting no weight at all on the cart handle, but was pushing it along in front of him as he walked freely behind.  Reaching the altar, Kenny bent over and scooped up the little lamb in his arms.  Climbing the two steps on his own, he placed it gently in it's pen.

"Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord."


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I'm linking up with Msrupole's Theme Thursday 
where the prompt this week is "greenery"
 
And with Brenda Youngerman's Pondering With A Purpose
where this week's writing prompt is "green"

20 comments:

  1. what a great story...very well written...you have a knack for writing "the good and happy" stories. I left a tear on your words...

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    1. Thank you GS! I write some like this, and some that are very dark indeed, it all depends on the mood I'm in and what emotions I want to convey. :-)

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    1. Thank you! I love stories that offer hope and wonderful surprises, that is what we all want to believe of life!

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  3. I loved the story, it almost made me cry!

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    1. Thanks! It begins as a sad tale of struggle and trying to fit in, but in the end he will have the most amazing story to tell for the rest of his life!

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  4. What a wonderful story, and a reminder that miracles happen all around us.

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    1. I'm glad you liked it Marti! I absolutely believe in miracles, both big and small... we only have to keep our eyes open to see them. My life is a miracle when viewed in the reference of what it used to be! :-)

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  5. great story...gives me the chills!

    Thanks for pondering with me

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    1. Thank you Brenda, this one came from a sweet memory of carrying palm branches as a child... and yes, we did tap each other on the head with them... kids will be kids! :-) It was definitely a "green day" with both you and Theme Thursday having green prompts, I was really surprised at all the ways it can be used once you started listing them! It's wonderful all the different thoughts and images a color can bring to mind!

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  6. A beautiful and inspiring story...

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    1. Thank you Janice! I'm definitely in Easter season mode! :-)

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  7. What a lovely story! Thank you for sharing it. Can't you just imagine what it would be like to witness something like that?

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    1. Thank you for stopping by to read, Stacy! Miracles still happen today, witnessing something like that would certainly end any doubt, wouldn't it!

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  8. Not leaving here dry-eyed.
    beautifully done!

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    1. Thank you Rory! I think we could all benefit from a bit of simple faith now and then. :-)

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  9. Definitely have tears in my eyes. I love stories of miracles and truly believe they do happen. We witness small miracles everyday and probably do not even realize it but to every once in a while witness a larger miracle is amazing. God works in mysterious ways.

    I thought it was cute to see how we had similar prompts and at this time of the year how can one not.

    Thanks for joining us for this weeks Theme Thursday. May your weekend be filled with small blessings and lots of greenery.

    God bless.

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    1. I smiled when I saw that you both had "green" prompts, Mrsrupole, as this story was just begging to be written for the season at hand. I agree that God works in mysterious ways and anything is possible, miracles still happen! I totally enjoyed my first visit to Theme Thursday and will be back next week for sure, thank you for hosting the prompt!

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  10. I believe miracles happen...you have to believe. Faith brings hope. Hope drives miracles.

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    1. I agree with you totally, McGuffy Ann. Faith is the stuff miracles are made of! Without faith there can be no hope. Although this is just a story, I believe that it could happen, if that the way God wanted it to be!

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Your comments are always appreciated... they make me smile! :-)