We call the day Palm Sunday. The day Jesus Christ rode triumphantly into the town of Jerusalem. The city of Peace. People lined the streets. They spread palm branches and their cloaks on the road before their long-awaited king.
The shouts of hosanna rang through the air. Glory to God echoed off the city walls.
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Thirty-three years earlier, a heavenly host of angels sang their praises of glory to the God on High. The One who sent his son, Jesus, as a baby to be born among man. The creator sent to live among his creation. Sent to earth so he could understand our trials, pains, triumphs and glories. So he could sympathize with us as a High Priest, and to ultimately offer his own life as a sacrifice for the forgiveness of our sins.
But not today. Not this day. On this day, the crowds worshiped Jesus as King. When the Jewish religious leaders, the Pharisees, got hot under the collar about all the praising, they told Jesus to hush the people up.
I love Jesus’ reply…“I tell you that if they kept quiet, the very stones in the road would burst out cheering!” (Luke 19:40 Phillips) Yea, God!
The rocks and stones, themselves, would rise up and praise Jesus! YES!
What say we add our voices to the songs of the rocks, and not leave it to them to praise our King?
What are your thoughts on the subject?
And as he rode along, the people spread clothes on the road in front of him. When Jesus was starting down the Mount of Olives, his large crowd of disciples were happy and praised God because of all the miracles they had seen. They shouted, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory to God.” Luke 19:36-38 (CEV)
I wish you well.
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