Jesus was the center of procession, and the people all around him were shouting, “Praise God for the Son of David! Blessings on the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Praise God in highest heaven!” Matthew 21:9, NLT

I think we all pretty well know the events of Palm Sunday, as this Sunday’s sermon is usually dedicated to recounting the story. Because of this I won’t spend too much time except to point out a few things that stuck out to me.

I could start out by saying that I am thoroughly confused on whether it is Saturday or Sunday that Jesus rides into Jerusalem. It appears as the timeline that we currently celebrate was modified to suit the convenience of the modern Church, not unlike celebrating His birth on 12/25. In any case, I won’t get into that argument. I am more concerned with the fact that He DID ride into Jerusalem on a donkey, fulfilling Zechariah 9:9.

On Palm Sunday the people marvel at His miracles like raising Lazarus from the dead, and celebrate the One who has come to liberate.

This Sunday, just like every Sunday, we gather to celebrate Jesus. But as the narration continues, we see how no less than 24 hours later we begin to condemn Him. On Monday, as the work week begins to wear us down, our momentary troubles quickly eclipse the memory that Jesus resurrected many or our own dead Lazarus situations. Just like the people of that time were looking to be liberated from Romans rule, we get frustrated that our Liberating King is not “saving” us the way we want to be saved. By our actions/ words/ thoughts, we begin to reject Jesus by not believing in the power of His resurrection.

Tonight, I wholeheartedly worship Jesus and celebrate his arrival in my life.

Tomorrow is Fig Monday.