Yesterday we celebrated my Grandson Bastion’s first
birthday. Except for being covered in
frosting he was oblivious to what was happening. It was, however, joyful for us to
celebrate. Grandparents, aunts, uncles,
and friends gathered for a wonderful dinner of Skyline Chili and birthday
cake.
The cost was minimal and the joy was rich. Today we commemorate another
celebration. Today we celebrate Palm
Sunday when Christ made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem. This event is of note mostly because of the tragedy
that follows. The clamor was enough that
the Pharisees objected. The import was
obvious enough that they feared the loss of their power. The gospels are clear that thousands were
following Christ.
As much as I laud the celebration it always brings home to
me what is about to happen. It always
causes me to ponder what the cost of this party will be for Christ. God has called the tune. God has danced for
us for three years. God is the piper and
is about to pay with his life.
I celebrate this all because I benefit from it. The question for me is if I am willing as
well to ride to my death with Christ. I
am willing to follow him to the cross and dye to my own fallen desires? Am I ready to accept that the temporary
praise will fade into jeers of condemnation?
If I cling to this moment then I will not be ready to face the decision
required on Friday.
He rides for one purpose.
He rides to die. He would have
rather gathered those lauding him to his embrace. Instead he will spread his arms to atone for
their sin; my sin. He asks in return
that I die as well. He asks that I
abandon all that my fallen nature’s wants and that I follow him to the
cross. So today I celebrate but I know that
we will pay for the party with our dearest blood.
Seems the sorrow
untold, as you look down the road
At the clamoring crowd
drawing near
Feel the heat of the
day, as you look down the way
Hear the shouts of
Hosanna the King
Oh, daughter of Zion
your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh
don't pass it by
On the foal of a
donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He
rides on to die
Come now little foal,
though you’re not very old
Come and bear your
first burden bravely
Walk so softly upon
all the coats and the palms
Bare the One on your
back oh so gently
Midst the shouting so
loud and the joy of the crowd
There is One who is
riding in silence
For He knows the ones
here will be fleeing in fear
When their shepherd is
taken away
Oh, daughter of Zion
your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh
don't pass it by
On the foal of a
donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He
rides on to die
Soon the thorn cursed
ground will bring forth a crown
And this Jesus will
seem to be beaten
But He'll conquer
alone both the shroud and the stone
And the prophesies
will be completed
Oh, daughter of Zion
your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh
don't pass it by
On the foal of a
donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you, He
rides on to die
On the foal of a
donkey as the prophets had said
Passing by you He
rides on to die
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store."
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