As Jesus enters Jerusalem — not on a warhorse, but on a donkey — we see a God who does not hover above our fractures but descends into them.

We live in a world that discards what is chipped, cancels what is complicated, and overlooks what is small.

Labels shape how we see others—and how we come to see ourselves. Like dust that slowly gathers on a window, these labels accumulate until they obscure our true identity.