Of course today the grand-marshal of any parade would be seen riding in maybe a CORVETTE CONVERTIBLE or some other equally impressive car. But 2000 years ago the sweet ride of choice for any proper triumphant entry fit for a king was a.. DONKEY. Go figure!
So Jesus sends of a couple disciples to request the right ride with the words... "The Master has need of it."
And so the triumphant entry begins, the crowds cheer as Jesus rides down the streets on this 'choice' donkey. Even some OUT STATE tourists could be heard declaring Jesus king in their own special way.
As this is beginning of Holy week it is sobering to note the horrifically sad irony of the crowds this first Palm Sunday shouting HOSANNA, then five short days later crowds would be crying CRUCIFY HIM! Within 5 days we witness the celebratory high of the first Palm Sunday all the way to the great low of the crucifixion which all was part of God's plan.
But while the crowd this first Palm Sunday was celebrating Jesus triumphant entry into Jerusalem there were a few what I would describe as Palm Sunday Pouters.
These were the religious leaders of the day who were mostly indignant of these crowds honoring Jesus while a few others were mostly jealous of Jesus sweet ride.
Also caught up in the celebratory crowd was the donkey Jesus rode who foolishly thought the crowds were cheering him! BUT just a couple days later this same donkey was over his embarrassment and back at his stable could be found bragging and signing autographs with the other barnyard folk.
And let me not forget to tell you about the donkey who turned down the chance to be that Palm Sunday donkey because it the time coincided with his Sunday afternoon nap. He later lamented in high drama ‘On the Stable Front’ a life wasted as a bum when he could have A CONTENDER!
I pray God finds you blessed this Palm Sunday and that we all slow down to appreciate the significance of this entire Holy Week. From this triumphant entry, through the pain and sadness of Jesus crucified, and ultimately resurrected that first Easter morning.
Remember if you don't shout Hosanna, the Rocks may just do it for you.
The mutterings on life and faith by cartoonist Jeff Larson