We each have our own stories from our lives. As Americans and as immigrant people, we identify with the birth of our nation, with our ancestors, how and why they came to this country, as well of course the stories of our own individual accomplishments and failures. But all these stories in our lives have a period at the end of the sentence, and come to and end when we die. Passion Sunday is the beginning of Holy Week, where we are invited to take part in, and make our own, the storyline of Jesus. To be with him at the table as he sits with the disciples at the last supper, standing at arms length of him as he is arrested, listening as the crowd condemns him to crucifixion and watching as Pontious Pilot gives Jesus the chance to defend himself, but to his amazement, he says nothing. Finally, walking the way of the cross with Jesus to Golgotha, which translates to “place of the skull” where he is crucified and put to death. What is unique abut the story of Jesus is this that we rejoice him. Jesus’ story ends with his message to all of us, the empty tomb, and there is no period at the end of that story. Jesus leaves us the sense of hope, that which gives us enthusiasm about living “the life,” that has been given to us. Yes, it is easy to live in the stories of others, but Jesus invites us to share in his story. Jesus gives us the prospect of the empty tomb, the realization that he called us into this world, so that when we leave it, he calls us back to live with him and his father forever.