This is my initial exercise in “thinking like somebody else,” namely, like somebody who holds beliefs that are totally, completely different from mine. I wrote this for Major American Writers II – thankfully, no number grade so if she hates it that’s alright – but with a few modifications can post it here. I’m just interested in reactions, if there are any. Mostly I’d like to know if the narrator is believable, if he’s sympathetic (somebody you can understand; not necessarily agree with), and if you like/dislike him. Here goes:
As He was going, they were spreading their coats on the road. As soon as He was approaching, near the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the miracles which they had seen, shouting: “Blessed is the name of the King who comes in the name of the Lord; Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
This week is Passion Week, the beginning of which is less notable than the final days of the week: Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday. Today is Palm Sunday and we did indeed receive palms at church, which Ian and I took home and made into a cross on our door. It will stay there until after Easter. To Christians this is simultaneously the saddest and most joyful week of the year: our Lord dies for us this week, but defeats death – for us. It is an amazing and solemn week where we reflect on the sacrifice made for all people and on the love God poured out for us in allowing His Son to suffer torture, death, and separation from Himself, an event which had never happened before or since. Imagine having part of who you are forcibly ripped away from you and that suggests a tiny bit of the suffering God the Father and Christ the Son went through when Christ died on the cross.