Madison, Georgia turns out to follow the Donkey. (or is it follow @donkey?)
Donkey Walk Sunday in Madison, G.A.
Throughout the centuries in Christendom, others have referred to this as Palm Sunday.
Here’s how it goes among the inhabitants of Madtown.
At 10 a.m. the downtown churches gather along Main Street.
I never noticed how unsightly and unrelenting the power and telephone wires were down Main Street till I tried to take a photograph without them.
But I digress.
Dressed in our Sunday finery and clutching palm fronds, all eyes look down the street toward the Presbyterians.
Before too long, the donkey approaches.
What starts at the Presbys, gains momentum at the Baptists — crosses Main Street and picks up a bunch of Methodists.
The — Presbys, Baptists, Methodist, Gathering-ites and anyone-who-happens-to-wonder-what-we-were-doing-ites — then stroll down Main, hang a left at The Citizen and continue on steaming and streaming adding congregants with each tenth of a mile.
With a final heave, the multitude turns up Academy…
all following the bitty donkey’s lead.
We arrived.
Gathered around the steps of the Episcopal church, we have our service.
It is a wonderful day and wonderful tradition.
A celebration.
A celebration of blue skies, green branches and young life.
A day reflecting none of the darkness that lies ahead later in the week.
Another year.
Another Sunday Madison followed the Donkey.
How about you, what did you follow today?
