On Palm Sunday, as is habitual We take part in the communion ritual. The covenant inside is made in remembrance, That we may walk Holy Week without hindrance.
A million things cause our distraction. We should repent of this in renewed fascination. The elements remind us of what we are given. We are especially blessed in being forgiven.
The resurrection gives to us undeserved The blessings of the God we've served. This is our witness of gratitude As we take these elements with the right attitude.
Jesus came to Jerusalem in victory Establishing Israel's place in history The Messiah arrived on the back of a donkey To Hosana cries and palm branches of mystery.
Some in Jerusalem feel this is to be rejected, Though everything done was as it was predicted. Pontius Pilate approached his execution Though there was no valid reason for His persecution.
The truth in the scriptures is told Even how Pontius erroneously rolled. But per the Bible's prediction, Jesus went to atone for man through crucifixion.
Jesus lived and gave His life for the truth, Confirmed from the first days of His youth. It is in reliance on God's wisdom That is the baseline of His holy kingdom.
Our lives are made better through the right values. This message is very hard to misconstrue. It is often a matter of choosing the right priority, And will remain so for all of human history.
The best that we have for the right instruction Is to depend on The Word in its full construction. Building up the world per the ways of godly ministry However, watered down, we can walk in His divinity.
All of us sinners fall short of God's glory, But God's grace is the fullness of His story. All to provide us His path of love and grace, And it will deliver us to Heaven's embrace.
(c) March 29, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted, Hosanna[a] to the Son of David!” Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!” – Matthew 2:19 NIV
Please join in celebrating the remembrance of Palm Sunday!
You stumble toward your comfy bed Feeling dazed and abused in your head. It's been a night of free-flow drinking, And you're now incapable of thinking
You dial her number, hoping it's a mistake, Your last raw nerve feels it's about to break. Message after message is sent to her phone, And you wake up the next day just as alone.
A string of returned texts whispers disconnection. Clearly, this is more than a course connection. It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong. The message has gotten through: you don't belong.
A smiling face offers a small comeback in the morning. Days like this are ill-advised and should carry a warning. The hair of the dog that has bitten you too deeply, Needs a little something as you face the day sleepily.
It's hard to understand how the sun can still shine, When the dreams you had have become somewhat of a tagline. The joke may not be funny, but it is definitely on you. You take it a day at a time; it's the best that you can do.
A string of returned texts whispers disconnection. Clearly, this is more than a course connection. It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong. The message has gotten through: you don't belong.
She smiles at you, though it's being nice and lying. In encouragement, she wants you to keep on trying. Though it is certain that you fumble quite a lot. You never knew how to flirt, and most of it you forgot.
Just like that, you have stumbled on your healing cure. Suddenly, an unexpected friend decides to join your tour. Maybe bad luck has found a way around life's bend, All that is certain is that you have found a new friend.
A string of returned texts whispers disconnection. Clearly, this is more than a course connection. It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong. The message has gotten through: you don't belong.
(c) March 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The appearance of weakness Is something that wears thin. What makes a warrior seek this Goes deep below the skin.
Our ancestors cannot be left behind, Not when they are seen as they are. And a warrior would have to be blind To not recognize their ancestral star.
Some may try to determine the average And to determine what they can get. All of life is about working out leverage Aimed at obtaining a verdict that acquits.
There are tomes that move in fear But fear enough to evade death's shadow. It doesn't matter the day or the year, Only that the overlords know that you know.
The value of money is not half that Of holding the secrets that give the power. Influence is greater than the strength of fact When it comes down to the killing hour.
Bullets might provide the killing stroke But there is more to this life to give. When you can inspire dreams of the folk, You can even invoke the power to forgive.
Truth can heal or give birth to concern. There is so much that is important. Brokered agreements leave much to discern. The better ways will always remain dependent.
Isn't that how it always seems to be? The day and age give birth to tomorrow. The last thing to be said, very importantly, It is up to our children to find happiness in sorrow.
The appearance of weakness Begins with us parents opening the door, And though we barely speak this, All retribution must be on us, and no more.
(c) March 27, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I can express no better hope for my country than that the kind Providence which smiled upon our fathers may enable their children to preserve the blessings they have inherited.” – Franklin Pierce
“When people accept breaking the law as normal, something happens to the whole society.” – Orson Welles
For example, all these people insist that illegal aliens are simply migrants and not felons. Then, when you show them the facts, the response is usually the equivalent of “so what.” Next thing we know, criminal gang members are being defended, too.
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 