Listening to The Brothers Karamazov, there seem words in Dostoevsky’s novel that capture the spirit of Palm Sunday. A story is told by Ivan Karamazov:
…“And behold, He deigned to appear for a moment to the people, to the tortured, suffering people, sunk in iniquity, but loving Him like children. My story is laid in Spain, in Seville, in the most terrible time of the Inquisition, when fires were lighted every day to the glory of God, and ‘in the splendid auto da fé the wicked heretics were burnt.’ Oh,
