The triumphant entry
The Triumphant Entry
To most people who have been Christians for some years, the story of the triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem is well known. Many of us learned the story in Sunday School. Others of us have heard the same story repeated every Palm Sunday.
We are familiar with the story of the colt of a donkey. We are aware of the coats thrown over the donkey or strewn on the ground in front of Jesus riding on the donkey. We can picture the people waving the palm branches. We can almost hear the cheering crowds jostling for a view of Jesus as he rode by.
We feel like joining in when the throng shouts “Hosanna! Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” This is an exciting time; it’s a heady experience. We just want to shout our praises too.
If only they knew. If only they had an appreciation of what Jesus was experiencing at that moment. How the irony must have touched him at that point; he was being lauded as a king but he knew that in a few days he would be cruelly crucified.
On reading through the passage in Luke’s account, one little point arrested my attention. It is easily overlooked. “As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it.” (Luke 19:41) On one other occasion we read that Jesus wept. That was at the tomb of Lazarus. He wept for his dear friend. Now, however, he was weeping for a city. “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace.”
Do we weep for our city of Murray Bridge? Do we weep for the countless people in our community who are hurting, lonely, grieving and without hope? Do we weep for the cruelty and injustice abroad in our midst? Do we weep for those who do not yet know the peace that comes from knowing Christ Jesus as Lord and Saviour?
Yes – let us raise our voices in praise to our king. Let us shout our hosannas to our risen Saviour and Lord. But let us also remember the many who need to know Jesus as Lord and Saviour.
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