Palm Sunday the week before Easter.
The final entrance for Jesus.
Everything he had done up to this time prepared him for what was to come in the days ahead of him.
Christmas was the story of his birth; Palm Sunday is the story fulfilling his death.
I remember the years in church where we would sing the songs of triumph.
Easter cantatas by choirs dressed in the finest of clothes. Sometimes robes.
“Praise him blessed is he who cometh in the name of the Lord.”
It was a joyous time and a time of celebrations.
But there is always another side of this, and we will soon see it all take place.
In Mark 11
As Jesus and his disciples approached Jerusalem they came to the towns of Bethpage and Bethany on the mount of olives.
Jeus sent two of them on ahead.
“Go into the village over there. As soon as you enter it, you will see a young donkey tied there that no one has ever ridden.
Untie it and bring it here, if anyone asks what you are you doing?
just say the Lord needs it and will return it soon.”
The two disciples left and found the colt, standing in the street tied outside the front door.
They were questioned and after they explained they were given permission to take the colt.
Jesus placed his garments upon the colt and then began his ride into the town.
I’m sure he was feeling the ‘gut’ ache one would feel knowing the journey is taking an intense turn.
The disciples had no clue the dramatic events that will be surrounding them.
It was all a part of the plan and all a part of Jesus journey.
Palm Sunday the week before Easter and the intensity and the emotions will soon begin. i