The UPS driver delivered the concentrated weed killer we ordered. Now we can annihilate those nasty enemies that grow near the crucifixion thorns on the bushes that threaten us if we get too close with the mower. The yard is shaping up, spring days are warmer and Holy Week approaches. We’re complying with the president’s request to stay home. Our local daughter insisted she pick up our groceries. The other daughter checks in with us every other day and cheers us with fun stories about the kids. While walking the dog around the neighborhood, little six-year old Amy waved enthusiastically to each passing car on the street. Families smiled back at her and returned the wave. Her sister asked: “Mom, Amy is greeting everyone; why?” My daughter replied: “Amy is spilling over with the love of Jesus today. Do you love Jesus, Amy?” Amy replied: “I love Jesus; He’s my King!” My thoughts this Palm Sunday turn to the...