Palm Sunday is the day the liturgical calendar asks us to hold two things at once. We begin with the procession, the hosannas, the crowds waving branches and laying cloaks in the road. A king is coming. The people are ready to receive him. For one brief, bright moment, it feels like the world is about to be set right.
And then the Passion reading begins, and by the time it ends, the king is dead, and almost everyone who shouted hosanna has either fled, denied him, or stood by in silence.
If that arc feels familiar in 2026, it should.
We have seen this pattern before in human history, and we are watching it again. A moment of popular energy. A figure who speaks to people’s hunger for change. And then the machinery of empire reasserts itself: the trials with predetermined verdicts, the use of crowds to ratify what those in power have already decided, the scapegoating of the vulnerable, the silencing of the dissenting voice. The soldiers mock. The officials wash their hands. And the body is left to be claimed by those few who still had the courage to stay.
This Sunday, the Church does not let us skip to Easter. We are asked to stay in this story all the way to the tomb. And we are asked to recognize what kind of story it is.
Isaiah 50:4-7: The Tongue of Those Who Are Taught
The Lord God has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him who is weary. Morning by morning he awakens; he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught. The Lord God has opened my ear, and I was not rebellious; I turned not backward. —Isaiah 50:4-5 (ESV)
This is the third of the four Servant Songs in Isaiah, and on Palm Sunday it is read as a portrait of Jesus moving toward the cross. But it is worth sitting with it on its own terms first, because what it describes is a very particular kind of vocation.
The servant’s primary gift is not power. It is not wealth, or eloquence, or strategic brilliance. It is a taught tongue and a listening ear. Morning by morning, the servant’s ear is opened. The servant is formed by sustained attention to the voice of God, and out of that formation grows the capacity to sustain those who are weary with a word.
This is the vocation of prophetic ministry, and it runs directly counter to the logic of every authoritarian system. Authoritarianism requires a closed ear. It requires that the official story be accepted without question, that inconvenient voices be silenced, that those who name what is actually happening be discredited or destroyed. The servant in Isaiah is dangerous precisely because the servant is listening to a different source of authority than the empire recognizes.
We see this dynamic playing out in the United States right now with particular clarity. Journalists, lawyers, judges, immigration advocates, chaplains, and ordinary people who name what they see are being targeted. The mechanisms vary: professional retaliation, legal harassment, public vilification, deportation. What they share is the underlying message: stop speaking. Stop sustaining the weary with words of truth. Fall in line.
The servant’s response in Isaiah is simply to continue. I was not rebellious; I turned not backward. I gave my back to those who strike. The servant does not claim to be unafraid. The servant claims something better: the Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced.
That is the foundation from which this parish speaks. Not immunity from cost, but confidence in the one who calls us to speak.
The Face Set Like Flint
But the Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced; therefore I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be put to shame. —Isaiah 50:7 (ESV)
I have set my face like a flint. That phrase describes a posture of deliberate, costly commitment. Flint is a hard stone, unyielding. To set your face like flint toward something is to commit to going there regardless of what meets you on the road.
The immigrant family who crossed a desert to reach safety has set their face like flint. The asylum seeker who appears before a court knowing the odds are stacked against them has set their face like flint. The undocumented worker who shows up to Mass and receives communion and kneels before God in a country that has told them they do not belong has set their face like flint.
The Church does not always recognize courage when it is wearing work clothes and speaking a language other than English. But the scripture does. The face set like flint in the Servant Song is the face of every person who presses forward through suffering toward the mercy of God, trusting that the Lord God helps me.
As a parish rooted in Franciscan values and the call to stand with the poor and the displaced, we are called to set our own faces like flint alongside theirs. Not ahead of them. Alongside.
Philippians 2:6-11: He Emptied Himself
Though he was in the form of God, [he] did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. —Philippians 2:6-8 (ESV)
The ancient hymn Paul quotes in his letter to the Philippians is the theological center of the entire Holy Week. It answers the question of why Jesus did not simply call down legions of angels when Pilate threatened him. It answers the question of why the one who spoke creation into existence submitted to a Roman execution.
He did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped. The Greek word there is harpagmon, something to be exploited, something to be seized and held for personal advantage. Jesus, who had every claim to power and glory, refused to weaponize it. He moved in the opposite direction: downward, into flesh, into poverty, into the form of a servant, into the vulnerability of a human body in a Roman province, all the way down to a criminal’s death on a cross.
This hymn is a direct rebuke to every theology that aligns the cross with domination. Crosses have been planted on conquered land. The cross has been used to justify slavery, colonialism, and the silencing of the poor. But the cross in Philippians is not a symbol of power asserting itself. It is the symbol of power refusing to assert itself, choosing vulnerability instead, choosing solidarity with those at the bottom instead of identification with those at the top.
Fascism, at its core, is a theology of grasping. It says that certain people are entitled to power, to land, to security, to belonging, and others are not. It enforces that hierarchy through fear, through spectacle, through the deliberate humiliation of those designated as lesser. The Philippians hymn names that as the precise opposite of the mind of Christ.
The call of this text is not merely to admire what Jesus did. It is to have this mind among yourselves, as Paul says in the verse just before this passage. We are called to empty ourselves of grasping, to move toward the servant form, to resist the constant temptation to secure our own comfort and safety by accepting the vulnerability of those around us as an acceptable cost.
Matthew 26-27: The Mechanics of Empire
Pilate said to them, ‘Then what shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?’ They all said, ‘Let him be crucified!’ And he said, ‘Why? What evil has he done?’ But they shouted all the more, ‘Let him be crucified!’ —Matthew 27:22-23 (ESV)
Matthew’s Passion narrative is long, and it rewards slow reading. But for the purposes of this reflection, I want to draw attention to something that is easy to miss when we know how the story ends: the extraordinary ordinariness of what happens.
Jesus is betrayed by an insider for money. He is arrested with a show of force in the middle of the night. He is subjected to a trial before a religious tribunal that has already decided the verdict. He is handed to a political authority who knows he is innocent but is more concerned with managing the crowd than doing what is right. The crowd, manipulated by those with a stake in the outcome, is moved to demand a death they would not have demanded on their own. A convicted insurrectionist goes free. The innocent one is condemned. The soldiers mock him, dress him up, beat him, and march him to an execution that is also a spectacle, a public demonstration of what happens to those who challenge the order.
None of this is extraordinary. It is the ordinary machinery of empire and of every authoritarian system that has come since. The overnight arrest. The show trial. The compliant official who privately knows better but chooses his career over his conscience. The crowd worked into a frenzy. The scapegoat. The spectacle of violence as a warning to others.
We are watching versions of this machinery operate in the United States right now. People are being detained without adequate legal process. Immigration courts are processing cases at a pace that makes genuine due process impossible. Officials who know that what is happening is wrong are, too often, choosing their positions over their principles. And the public is being offered a steady stream of chosen enemies, people designated as threats, to absorb collective fear and anger and justify the expansion of power.
Matthew does not let us watch this as neutral observers. He gives us a cast of characters, and each of them demands a question of us. The disciples who fled: where do we flee when following costs too much? Judas, who handed over an innocent person for thirty pieces of silver: what are we willing to hand over, and for what price? Pilate, who washed his hands: in what ways are we washing our hands of responsibility right now? The women who stayed at the cross: who among us has the courage to stay?
The Women Who Stayed
There were also many women there, looking on from a distance, who had followed Jesus from Galilee, ministering to him, among whom were Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of James and Joseph and the mother of the sons of Zebedee. —Matthew 27:55-56 (ESV)
At the end of the Passion narrative, almost everyone is gone. The disciples have fled. Peter has denied him three times. Judas is dead. The crowds have dispersed. And in the distance, watching, are the women.
They are not named until this moment, but Matthew tells us they had been there all along, following from Galilee, ministering to Jesus throughout his public life. They are there at the cross. They will be at the tomb. They will be the first witnesses of the resurrection. The ones who stayed at the end are the ones who will carry the beginning of the new thing.
In the present moment of crisis for immigrant communities in this country, it is worth asking: who is staying? Who is standing at the place of suffering, not from a distance, but close enough to witness? Who is accompanying the families being torn apart, the communities living in fear, the people who have been told by every lever of power that they do not belong?
At Saint Francis Parish and Outreach, we have said clearly that we will not look away. Our commitment to standing with immigrants is not a political position. It is a Gospel position. It is the position of the women at the cross. We are called to be present at the place of suffering and to carry what we see there into whatever comes next.
A Word About Fascism and the Faith
I want to say something directly, because Palm Sunday invites directness.
Fascism is incompatible with Christian faith. Not because Christians are required to hold any particular political affiliation, but because fascism, as a movement and as a governing philosophy, is built on the opposite of everything the Philippians hymn names as the mind of Christ. It grasps. It dominates. It scapegoats. It silences. It humiliates. It makes spectacle of suffering. It demands loyalty oaths to persons rather than principles. It tells the powerful that their power is deserved and tells the vulnerable that their suffering is their own fault.
Jesus was executed by a version of that system. The early Church was persecuted by it. The saints and martyrs of every century have resisted it. And the Church, when it has been faithful to its own Gospel, has always known that the cross stands against the logic of empire, not alongside it.
When we stand with immigrants, when we name cruelty as cruelty, when we refuse to be silent about what is happening to vulnerable people in this country, we are not departing from the faith. We are practicing it. We are standing at the cross. We are among the women who stayed.
We enter Holy Week carrying all of this with us. The suffering of our neighbors is real. The machinery grinding against vulnerable people is real. And the God who raised Jesus from the dead is also real. We do not rush past the death to get to the resurrection. We stay in it, all the way through, because the people we stand with do not have the option of looking away. Neither do we.
Pax et Bonum,
Bishop Greer