A mother and her young daughter were driving to the zoo during Lent. On their way, the little girl began counting out loud the crosses on various church steeples. 

"Mom," she asked, interrupting her counting, "how many times did Jesus die?" 

"One time, dear," her mother answered. 

"Then why are there so many crosses?" the little girl asked. 

"To help us remember how much Jesus loved us," her mother replied, "He died on a cross for us."

"Well," the child responded, "how could we forget something like THAT?" (1)

How COULD we forget something like that? And yet we do, don't we? 

This is the Sunday we celebrate not only Christ's victorious entry into Jerusalem but also his passion - his crucifixion and death upon the cross. Of course, it is not his suffering and death we celebrate, but …