The next day a great multitude that had come to the feast, when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, took branches of palm trees and went out to meet Him, and cried out: “Hosanna! ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’ The King of Israel!” Then Jesus, when He had found a young donkey, sat on it; as it is written: “Fear not, daughter of Zion; Behold, your King is coming, Sitting on a donkey’s colt.” (John 12:12-15 (NKJV)
On this Palm Sunday morning, I felt drawn to spend a few minutes reflecting on the events of some two-thousand years ago that changed, for eternity, the course of mankind.
As Jesus rode into Jerusalem on the back of a borrowed donkey, the crowds cheering “Hosanna”! “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!” “The King of Israel!”; even then, Jesus knew. Their voices were sweet but their hearts were bitter. In just a few short days, the truth that was in their hearts would be exposed as once again their shouts would ring through the streets of Jerusalem. This time – “CRUCIFY HIM!” The Messiah. The Promised One. The Savior of the world. The One they had waited for and longed for all those generations. “Kill Him”! All because of their selfish pride, need for power, or for some, simply because He didn’t come as they expected. From cheers to jeers. From hope to hate. “Crucify Him!” And they did.
“Jesus, more often than not, I don’t see you as expected. I look for you to accomplish Your work in me one way but You choose a better way for You know me, You know my stubborn heart, my weak faith. Thank you Lord Jesus that you know and that you give just what I need at just the point in time it is needed. Forgive me when I ignore you or turn away from you because the blessings come in unexpected ways. Let my cries always be ‘Hosanna’!”
Sunday is coming!