Over the past 24 hours, I've been wondering why we're so stingy with the Palm Sunday palms. I was one of the palm distributors yesterday and noticed, first of all, that the palms had been shredded to an almost string-like consistency, and second, that even when I suggested people take as many palms as they wanted (since we had a ton of strings), they would generally say, "No, no," and help themselves to a single pitiful frond. During the procession, people waved these little wisps in the air. Woo-hoo! That certainly illustrates the spirit of a triumphal entry into Jerusalem.
What is that about, people? I found it very odd.