For Palm Sunday

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Today’s calendar says “Palm Sunday” in small italicized letters, and on the way to church this morning we read the original event from Matthew 21. We briefly discuss the significance of the Day, what it meant for the people of that time, and how it could impact us today- if we let it.

Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a colt.

Not a fierce horse, or a war prepared chariot.

On a colt. An untrained borrowed colt.

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We enter the sanctuary and quickly find our chosen pew. Comfortable. Soft. Clean.

I watch as God’s people casually pour into the room, into fellowship with one another, and then into worship of the King.

“Yahweh, Yahweh, we love to shout Your Name O’Lord!”

We’re singing and shouting as our hearts break wide open, spilling onto our cheeks. And I’m reflecting on that passage in Matthew:

‘Then the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying:

“Hosanna to the Son of David!
‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’
Hosanna in the highest!”’

I begin seeing myself in that scene. I see these people there. We’re throwing our cloaks before him, shouting and praising because if we don’t, the rocks themselves would cry out.

And I wonder- how many of us lift His Name in adoration and praise, only to turn in rejection just as they did on that Day? And how does He receive it all? What was that Day like for the God-Man Jesus who committed Himself to no one because He knew the hearts of all? The One who knew every one of them would forsake Him, who knew Judas would betray Him into the hands of wicked men, yet washed feet despite their sin.

He knew the ones singing, “Hosannah!” would soon be shouting “Crucify Him!”

“But Your love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me.”

We continue in this rhythm of worship and again I’m reminded of that love. That gracious gift no man can earn and no man deserves. I’m reminded that He gave His life for me while I was a sinner, not waiting for me to repent or get myself together.

His love never fails. He didn’t give up on men even as they spit in His blood splattered face demanding His death, shouting that He take Himself down from that cross. Even then He cried out, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.”

This God-Man who wrapped Himself in flesh and submitted Himself to those created by His own hands. The one who calms a storm with a word and conquered the last enemy- death itself. The One demonstrating His love for us in the gruesome act of giving life through dying.

He rode in on a colt.

This is Palm Sunday. This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.


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