That's what we call Jesus' fateful - and final - entry into Jerusalem. People were shouting and celebrating. They cut palms from the trees and strew them along the road, cheering the King of the Jews and anticipating their freedom.
The entire population couldn't wait for someone to show the Romans who was boss.
Those who were oppressed couldn't wait to have their turn at being in charge.
Those who were interested in God's will were sure that a triumphant Jesus was God's plan.
I can't blame them. I probably would too. We are almost always 'behind the curve' when it comes to God's plans for this world. We look ahead and see two possibilities; God looks ahead and sees thousands. It is almost impossible for us to take ourselves out of the equation: How will this effect me? God's perspective is broader, deeper and longer.
The palms of Palm Sunday begin a journey for Christians that is no more comprehensible today than it was 2000 years ago. It will turn into a last supper, a betrayal, a denial, a cross. If anything proves to us that God's ways are not are ways, Holy Week will.
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