The Sunday before, and before Mass comenced, the parishoners congregated at the front deck place in St. Joseph's, each wielding a palm leaf, green, fresh and pricky. I hadn't recalled such a starting for my previous years; maybe I had missed it, maybe I wasn't at church, or maybe I was too young. The palm leaves now adorn the main door and the living room piano. It was Palm Sunday.
Happy Easter, everyone!
Sandro Magister: Easter in Vietnam