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God, it seems there is always a deadline, a destination, a driving force that accounts for our hurried lives; and we hold onto impatience, anxiety, depression, and stress far too often. O God, we confess that we charge ahead, when body, mind, and soul beg us to “slow down.” So we ask, God: help us slow down. 

Oh, it can be so hard to slow our determined, hurried pace. Sometimes crowds force us to slow down, and we respond with frustration or anger. Sometimes art makes us slow down and engage our senses more fully. Then again, sometimes the crowd and the art come together, like the crowd that met Jesus as he rode into Jerusalem and the art of singing and dancing “Hosanna!”