Oh Lord, How wonderful it would have been to be one of the people who shouted to You “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!” And to lay down palm branches and watch You ride onto Jerusalem on the back of a donkey. What a prophetic time to live in. I can just imagine the excitement of the moment, and the expectation of the people as they wondered if You really could be the Messiah. Hosanna! Waving my arms in the air, swaying with the crowd; having heard the stories of Your miracles and healing. Water into wine! Walking on water! Healing with a touch, a word! Raising the dead! These must be signs of a long-awaited deliverance for our people!
But were these the same people who only a few days later called “Crucify Him!” and watched as You were led away?
How is it Jesus, that so near the end of Your time here, You are still to be found teaching. Whole crowds were amazed at Your words when You threw out the money changers, enraging the chief priests and teachers of the law. Thank You for teaching me one more time about prayer. Your words remind me that I need to ask in faith, believing. And that I need to ask according to Your will. And that I need to be forgiving so I can be forgiven.
“You are my refuge! And my strength! My ever-present help in times of trouble. Therefore, I will not fear”