Palm Sunday 2014

What a wonderful psalm. Hope that you have a quiet moment to read it. You can find it *here.* A pleasant Palm Sunday to you and a blessed Holy Week.

Brisk Palm Sunday

Many blessings this brrrrisk Palm Sunday and throughout Holy Week.

I'm so glad that Christ was willing to be born, to enter Jerusalem on a donkey's colt, to poke His finger in the eye of "the establishment" and to suffer the anguishes that this week would bring. It meant that Resurrection Day was coming and that we who believe will know a Resurrection Day of our own. Oh how He loves you and me!


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No, Really, Who is He?

A few days ago, I was searching Google for an appropriate image to use for this Palm Sunday, I found one showing Christ entering Jerusalem on the back of an ass's colt. He looked regal enough if He had been riding a stallion. I kept looking at it and looking at it thinking Lord, why? Why did you choose a colt? You look kind of silly. What man would choose an ass much less the colt of an ass?

Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion! 

Shout, Daughter Jerusalem! 

See, your king comes to you, 

righteous and victorious, 

lowly and riding on a donkey, 

on a colt, the foal of a donkey. 

One answer is that to do so was the fulfillment of prophecy: Zechariah 9:9. The other answer: to show His love for you, for me.

Again, we must decide what we think of this Jesus. Today. This week...


I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. ... Now it seems to me obvious that He was neither a lunatic nor a fiend: and consequently, however strange or terrifying or unlikely it may seem, I have to accept the view that He was and is God. ~C.S.Lewis


This week will give us many times to reflect. If we were time traveling, we could see Jesus riding into Jerusalem today on the colt; tomorrow, we would see Him clearing the temple; by Tuesday, He'll be making an amazing escape from those who wanted to capture Him; Thursday, He is making preparations to celebrate Passover in an Upper Room; He will spend a vile night being abandoned, questioned, beaten, and by Friday. Well, by Friday, we know...

For you, for me.

Palm Sunday

God has never taken his eyes off you. Not for a millisecond. He's always near. He lives to hear your heartbeat. He loves to hear your prayers. He'd die for your sin before he'd let you die in your sin. And he did.

What do you do with such a  Savior? Don't you sing to him? Don't you celebrate him in baptism, elevate him in Communion? Don't you bow a knee, lower a head, hammer a nail, feed the poor, and lift up your gift in worship? Of course you do.

Worship God. Applaud him loud and often. For your sake, you need it.

And for heaven's sake, he deserves it. ~Max Lucado from Cure for the Common Life

The people gave him a wonderful welcome, some throwing their coats on the street, others spreading out rushes they had cut in the fields. Running ahead and following after, they were calling out,

Hosanna!

Blessed is he who comes in God's name!

Blessed the coming kingdom of our father David!

Hosanna in highest heaven!

Mark 11:8–10

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