I love Palm Sunday.
This morning as the band played "Shout Hosannah", all the kids came down the aisle, waving and handing down palm branches. By the time we hit the chorus, 220 people were waving palms and singing, "Come and see what love has done! Shout Hosannah! Jesus He saves!" I was so overwhelmed by Jesus.
I was overwhelmed that instead of fleeing the place of agony and humiliation, He rode a donkey in. Instead of listening to the pounding of his heart and the fight or flight instinct in us all, He walked towards the sound of pain and suffering. They called Save Us! and He said I will. They called Crucify Him and He said Forgiven.
He overcame Satan, overcame the world, and even stayed long enough and died dead enough to overcome our flesh...so we don't have to sit here hopeless in our sin. Broke the chains. Freedom indeed. Made a totally different life possible. Both NOW and not yet.
It's a ridiculous love, Palm Sunday. Walking RIGHT into it, for me. Preaching love and forgiveness and righteousness as He rode....time for a King, he rode into a city for the first time...but not with white horse and armor. Washing feet upon arrival. Bleeding prayers at midnight. Looking with love upon betrayers. Facing injustice straight on and silent.
He knew what was coming, and He went there.
Praise the Lord. Hosannah.
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