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Summary: Sermon for Palm Sunday

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Most of you will remember the 1981 Springbok Tour. For those here who were not living in Aotearoa New Zealand at the time, or were yet born, this was a time of tremendous social upheaval, which arose over a tour by the South African rugby team. Back then, South Africa was an international pariah, because of its apartheid regime. And the tour was so polarising that there was little middle ground. It divided communities, workplaces, and even families. Supporters of the tour argued that politics should be kept of sport, while opponents objected to hosting sportspersons who were seen as ambassadors of apartheid.

I was 16 at the time, and I was staunchly anti-tour. And it was a life-defining time for me that helped shape the person I am today. To be openly anti-tour while living in the provinces was inviting persecution. We had abuse, eggs, and wheel nuts thrown at us. I went to every anti-tour demonstration there was in New Plymouth. Except for the one of the day of the local game, which was on a Wednesday, and my school kept a close watch on me to ensure I was not absent without leave. More for my own safety than for any other reason.

And I watched none of the games. Well not quite. I did watch the nail-biting second half of the chaotic final test at Eden Park, the last match of the tour. Even then, I pretended to be reading a book and not really watching, while my father was glued to the game, and I really struggled to remain poker faced when Allan Hewson kicked the winning penalty. Although I don’t think fooled Dad.

The tour may have been over, but the country took some time to heal. I don’t think I watched another game of rugby until the first World Cup tournament nearly six years later.

Now while it is true a majority of people did not take to the streets to express their views, many did, either by going to see the games, or by participating in demonstrations against them. But with few exceptions, including a certain recent prime minister, pretty much anyone who can remember the tour and who was old enough to understand the issues will clearly remember which side they were on.

Today’s gospel reading describes Jesus' triumphant procession into Jerusalem, This was such as a significant event it is described in all four gospels, and we remember it every Palm Sunday. More often than not, we hear about the symbolic significance of Jesus riding into the city on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey, or both, depending on which gospel we are hearing from that particular year. And we also often hear how just five days later, instead of there being a crowd that was proclaiming him to be the Messiah, there would be a crowd baying for his blood.

But last week I read about a very different procession into Jerusalem. One that some scholars say took place on the very same day as Jesus entered the city. The arrival of the Roman Prefect of Judea Pontius Pilate. Now Pilate wasn’t usually in Jerusalem. He spent most of his time at his official residence in Caesarea Maritima, the Roman civilian and military capital of Judea, which was on the Mediterranean coast, just over 120 km from Jerusalem by today’s most direct road.


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