It’s Sunday.

Just as the new light blankets the world with the mist that hangs low, wanting to cling to the earth, letting her feel and breathe in its presence, so grace descends from heaven and submerges it in a new love.

Hosanna! the angels cry. Hosanna! we too can shout. Easter morning…wake up and wipe your tears Jerusalem, for you had no idea what’s waiting for you today. Your Saturday is gone.

Hosanna  Praise, Adoration, JOY, Salvation.

A new hope, a future…the greatest rescue plan ever enacted, Hosanna!

What began as a plea of desperation in the Old Testament Hebrew phrase hoshiya na, in Psalm 118:25… “Save us, we pray” was answered by God almost immediately. Hoshiya na changed quickly to a cry of hope. Woven into the Greek language through the change of a few letters, hosanna became the cry as believers spotted the rescuer in the New Testament…not help! save me without hope, but rather help! here I am, you’ve come for me, pick me up

…salvation at the point of dire need was indeed on His way.

So we dared not change the word Hosanna  in the English language…our words could not sum up all of Jesus so succinctly, with such adoration and praise to the rescuer who is here.

Hosanna! Salvation stepped out of the tomb and left darkness behind. A new hope, wrapped in love and grace.