It was Palm Sunday at Wolf Creek United Methodist Church. We missed a couple of the regulars, but that meant more to eat at the after-service brunch! I’m always well received at Wolf Creek; they are a great bunch of people and I get plenty of positive strokes, enough so I need two watch out for a swelling head. I suspect a swelled head puts great pressure on the brain. I grew up in Hollywood and learned early not to believe one’s own press clippings. Holy Week reminds anyone of the transitory nature of public approbation. Good receptions can unravel very quickly. I sensed optimism at Wolf Creek last Sunday, optimism about their future as a small congregation and a willingness to put behind them the recent tensions and upset between pastors and the congregation and even between members of the congregation. May it be so!