Hosanna
Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna
Hey Sanna Hosanna
Hey JC, JC won’t you smile at me?
Sanna Hosanna
Hey Superstar
As a girl who came of age so to speak at the height of the whole Jesus Christ Superstar movement, the moment I see palm leaves swaying in a feverous precession, my brain begins to sing “Hosanna”. It was no different when I saw the scene of Christ entering Jerusalem on the big screen recently in the Chosen’s Last Supper Part 1. It was all I could do to quiet that part of me. I knew what the Jewish leaders would ask of Jesus – to quiet the crowd. Just as I knew of His response. This knowledge came not from scripture as much as it did from a Rock Opra based on scripture.
Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd?
Nothing can be done to stop the shouting.
If every tongue were stilled
The noise would still continue.
The rocks and stone themselves would start to sing:
Hosanna
Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna
Hey Sanna Hosanna
I don’t know about you, but in my mind I did not read these words so much as to hear them sung as though a soundtrack were playing in my head. Often I’ve herad people on Face Book put out the question what would be the soundtrack of your life? That is such a hard question to answer, since our lives are a series of moments woven together in a tapestry uniquely our own. As a teenager, I would say Jesus Christ Superstar was the soundtrack to my life. Today I would have a treasure trove of spiritual songs, some Catholic hymns others from Christian artists – all with the same message of hope and joy and humility that following Christ brings.
There is nothing that comes closer to capturing that moment of pure delight than Palm Sunday, when the people raised their voices in praise as Jesus entered Jerusalem. And yet many of those same voices in less than a week’s time would cry out “Crucify him!” Even Peter, the foundation of the Church, sought his own survival in his denial. I know there have been weak moments in my own past when I have gone along with the crowd rather than speak His truth. What about you? Be honest.
Palm Sunday is so joyous for me although it does herald in the darkest days before the Son rises again. Family time is important to me. Breaking bread with those I love and giving thanks to the Lord for blessings big and small fills my heart with such peace. I pray that you too find peace.
Chicken Tomato Marsala
2 boneless Chicken Breasts
8 oz Cremini Mushrooms
3 Garlic Cloves
3 tablespoons Butter, divided
1-1/2 cup Marsala Wine
1 teaspoon Cornstarch
1 tablespoon cold Water
2 tablespoons Heavy Cream
1/4 cup Chicken Stock
Salt to taste
1/3 cup Flour
1 teaspoon Italian Seasoning
Pinch Salt
Dash Black Pepper
1 tablespoon Olive Oil
2 cups Cherry Tomatoes
Fresh Parsley for garnish
Slice chicken breasts lengthwise in half to create 4 thinner breasts. Set aside. Clean, trim and slice mushrooms. Peel and finely mince garlic, set aside.
Heat 1 tablespoon butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the mushrooms, sauté for about 9 minutes, until golden and beautiful. Add the minced garlic and wine to the mushrooms. Let the mixture simmer gently over low heat until the wine is reduced, stirring occasionally. This should take about 10 minutes, don’t rush the process.
Whisk cornstarch with cold water in a small bowl. Add to the pan. Stir in the cream, chicken stock and season with salt. The Marsala mixture should begin to thicken slightly. Remove from heat.
In a shallow bowl or pie tin combine flour, Italian Seasoning, salt and pepper to taste. Whisk to combine. Dredge chicken in the seasoned flour to coat, shaking off any excess.
Heat the remaining 2 tablespoons of butter with the oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Pan-fry the chicken for about 4 minutes per side, until golden brown and cooked through.
Ladle the Marsala sauce with mushrooms over the chicken. Top with tomatoes and let simmer until the tomatoes have softened and begin to burst. Snip parsley, garnish the chicken and serve straight from the skillet.
This is delicious with Garlic Butter Linguine, warm bread and a simple salad.
They proclaimed: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord.
Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest.”
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