The Donkey
"As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage and Bethany at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two of his disciples, saying to them, "Go to the village ahead of you, and just as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here.
If anyone asks you, 'Why are you doing this?' tell him, 'The Lord needs it and will send it back here shortly.' "
…"Many people spread their cloaks on the road, while others spread branches they had cut in the fields. Those who went ahead and those who followed shouted, "Hosanna!" "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David!" "Hosanna in the highest!"
Jesus entered Jerusalem and went to the temple.
Mark 11:1-11
The donkey was at the right place at the right time.
Its “spot light” moment had arrived.
I like to think it was born for that purpose - to have Jesus sit on its back and take Him into Jerusalem.
Did it ever think - “life sucks! How is it that no body wants to use me?”
Jesus knew precisely where it was.
I recall Palm Sunday growing up; people selling palm fronds on Saturday evening and early Sunday morning.
It was vital to have a palm leaf at church, just so you could shake it when the priest came to that part.
The only trouble was standing in the queue struggling to get into Christ the King church and dealing with people carelessly holding their palms fronds which ended up pinching and scratching me. Occasionally I was steered to holy anger.
After church we would walk home smiling reverently.
The palms quickly got discarded or used for making little mat designs. But as usual Mum reminded us that they were holy so on occasion we would hang them up on the walls.
I wonder whether I would have been in the crowd cheering and singing praises or sneering at some dude who thought he was all that?
I certainly hope I would have been cheering.
Jesus made the triumphant entry into Jerusalem five days before his death, a week before His resurrection.
He knew it all and took it in stride – amazing.
Happy Palm Sunday.
If anyone asks you, 'Why are you doing this?' tell him, 'The Lord needs it and will send it back here shortly.' "
…"Many people spread their cloaks on the road, while others spread branches they had cut in the fields. Those who went ahead and those who followed shouted, "Hosanna!" "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David!" "Hosanna in the highest!"
Jesus entered Jerusalem and went to the temple.
Mark 11:1-11
The donkey was at the right place at the right time.
Its “spot light” moment had arrived.
I like to think it was born for that purpose - to have Jesus sit on its back and take Him into Jerusalem.
Did it ever think - “life sucks! How is it that no body wants to use me?”
Jesus knew precisely where it was.
I recall Palm Sunday growing up; people selling palm fronds on Saturday evening and early Sunday morning.It was vital to have a palm leaf at church, just so you could shake it when the priest came to that part.
The only trouble was standing in the queue struggling to get into Christ the King church and dealing with people carelessly holding their palms fronds which ended up pinching and scratching me. Occasionally I was steered to holy anger.
After church we would walk home smiling reverently.
The palms quickly got discarded or used for making little mat designs. But as usual Mum reminded us that they were holy so on occasion we would hang them up on the walls.
I wonder whether I would have been in the crowd cheering and singing praises or sneering at some dude who thought he was all that?
I certainly hope I would have been cheering.
Jesus made the triumphant entry into Jerusalem five days before his death, a week before His resurrection.
He knew it all and took it in stride – amazing.
Happy Palm Sunday.
The whole Easter story and events leading up to it break me each and every time I read or hear it. Amazing love is exactly what it is.
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