They knew what he had done. They had seen the healing. They had witnessed the miracles. They had heard of the dead rising. So a hero’s welcome… a kings honor. The robes from their backs, and palm leaves paved his way. Put yourself in Jesus place. Not wanting the spot light, but knowing the king’s parade, is what was needed to send the religious leaders to the edge. Knowing they needed one final push to send him to the cross. I’m sure as he gazed at the gathering of people, he was repeating the thoughts he would later say on the cross. “Forgive these people, father, for what they are about to do.” The same people that praised his entrance today, would later cry out for his crucifixion. They knew what they had seen… had heard… but chose to send him to the cross. Twelve best friends… twelve men who walked in the parade with him… men who said they would die for him… ran and hid. Do we not do the same when being his child is too hard? When we ignore praying because it’s not politically correct? When we turn away from a homeless man because it’s too hard to love him? When we lash out in anger or belittle someone? When we do not trust? When we do not reach out? Christ deserves better. I’m going to spend my life trying to give him that. I pray you will too. Galatians 2:20
I love You!