Monday April 18, 2011
I have the hardest time with Palm Sunday.
The shouts, the praises, the adulation, the hosannas…it seems a lovely picture. Christ carried down a path covered with the cloaks of well-wishers, fanned by palms, feted with praise.
But what were they praising? One who would deliver them, change their circumstances. Oppressed by the Romans, these well-wishers lionized the One they thought would rescue them – sweep in, perhaps in military or political fashion, and make everything all right.
Suddenly the praise rings hollow to me. I don’t understand how, why we celebrate these misguided worshippers, this adoring crowd that would turn to a mob in just a few days.
I have the hardest time with Palm Sunday, until…
…the pastor says, “What do you praise Him for? What do you look for Him to do?”
I step back, and I see myself in the crowd.
Just like those palm-waving worshippers, I look for Him to deliver me, to change my circumstances. Too often, I stand by the road and wave the palm, but I don’t follow behind Him down the hard road.
I had the hardest time with Palm Sunday. Then I saw it differently.
For me, Palm Sunday will forever be a reminder. I will hear the hosannas, and they will resound with conviction.
May I put down my palm and join Him on the road.
Linking up today with Michelle at Graceful for Hear it on Sunday, Use it on Monday.