Traverse in your mind, back to Biblical times and history’s accounts of war and the battles that ensued.  Armies of men were armed with the weapon of the times and marched ahead to win.  The commander of the army; however, rode into battle on a horse, above his forces, overseer of the action.  Fast forward to WWII and you find again, the forces marching into battle as the commander was scurried around in a jeep, barking orders and again, overseeing his troops and their movements.

Jesus was in and out of Jerusalem on many occasions, walking, it was the general mode of approach and travel. However, had a king arrived, he surely would have entered the city riding a horse,  raised above the lowly and the height and pomp announcing his power.

On what we call Palm Sunday, Jesus, the King, our Messiah, entered Jerusalem; he was hailed by throngs of people. Palms strewn across the path; hosannas shouted as He arrived.  He was hailed as King of the Jews, Messiah of all, yet humbly riding a donkey which clopped, clopped along the palms, carrying our beloved Lord into the crowds.  No pomp, no vision of power and grandeur, God’s Son humbly arrived on a simple donkey.

Our powerful, almighty Jesus, humbly entered our midst.  Are we His soldiers? Ready to withstand temptation and the powers of this earth? Submit yourself before God.  Know His unconditional love for you and clop, clop forward in humbleness with repentance, into His forgiveness and grace. Hosanna in the highest.

Jill