I don't know why. I just do.
Maybe it is because as a child we got to march around and yell and shout "Hosanna" at church and we weren't told to be quiet. That is a rare scenario.
Or maybe it was the fact that we threw caution to the wind and flung our coats on the ground in Sunday School when we were acting out preparing the way for the Jesus riding on a donkey part of the story and that was okay,too.
No one even yelled, "Pick up your jacket!" That was freedom, people.
This week in our preschool class, we were talking about Palm Sunday.
After reading the story of Palm Sunday at circle time, the children took turns being Jesus, riding on a donkey (perching on an desk chair), coming into Jerusalem (rolling across the circle time carpet) while everyone else yelled "Hosanna!" and waved frantic construction paper palm fronds they had cut out.
It was exciting. Even Teacher V and I had a turn pushing each other across the carpet.
I think I love Palm Sunday so much because it was one of those stories in the Bible where everyone got it right. The disciples. The entire crowd got in on the joy.
Jesus was recognized for who he was. The Son of God.
He was cheered and celebrated as he should be.
He was so fantastic they had to rip brances off of trees and pay homage.
And let out a few yells. They probably let loose with some hip-hip-hoorays.
It is something we can still do today. Because he hasn't changed.
Jesus and the reason he rode into Jerusalem is a part of who we are even now.
So go ahead, yell it out. HOSANNA!
Just give fair warning, lest you scare the children.