8 And a very great multitude spread their clothes on the road; others cut down branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 Then the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying:
“Hosanna to the Son of David!
‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’
Hosanna in the highest!”
10 And when He had come into Jerusalem, all the city was moved, saying, “Who is this?”
11 So the multitudes said, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth of Galilee.”
Matthew 21:8-11 NKJV
Today most of us are celebrating Palm Sunday, the day we remember when Jesus rode on a donkey into the city of Jerusalem. As mentioned in the Bible, the people of the city flocked to see Jesus, this man they had heard about riding on a donkey as royalty would, exclaiming “Hosanna!” and laying down palms in His path. The believed in Him, had faith in Him, and wanted to follow Him.
Not much time passes though before they turn on Him. All because others had. Like a chain reaction, they embrace the mob mentality and trade in those hosannas for “Crucify!” and want nothing more to see Him die a bloody death. All in what I can only assume was for their entertainment. (Step out of the prophecies foretold for a minute and think back to their society…) Why would each of those hearts turn on Him? Because one person told another person, gossip spreading like wildfire, that this was not the Son of God after all and was full of blasphemy? Did anyone care to think for themselves? They lost all inhibition and adopted the feelings of the one next to them, forgetting that the week before they loved Jesus.
Sounds a little too familiar to our present day, does it not?
Easter comes and goes so quickly, never getting the true attention it deserves. Not to cut Christmas short, but in my opinion, Easter serves much more emphasis on the Christian walk than Christmas. Jesus didn’t have to die for our sin, coming back 3 days later from the dead, all so each of us could have a place in Heaven if we believe in Him. Sure, His birth has great meaning, but to me His sacrifice means so much more! Add in all the secular tidbits of the holiday and it’s really easy to discount what we are really celebrating, leaving it all behind the next day.
I don’t want to be like those that were in the city that day. My desire is to serve Jesus and love Him on Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday, and every other day! My heart sings “Hosanna!” over and over, and I never want my praise to end. No one could ever tell me anything to change my belief in Him. Not the media, not a friend, no one.
Now I want to ask you: Next Monday, when Easter is over, when the eggs are eaten and the fake grass has been cut out of your vacuum, what will you be saying? Will your heart still exclaim “Hosanna! He is the King of Kings! He reigns in my heart! Praise God, He is RISEN!” as it does today on Palm Sunday? I’m praying that it does.
My prayer for you and I is to never forget and fall into going through the motions of every day life, failing to daily praise God for sending His only son as a gift to us. May we never forget Christ’s love for us. Thank you, Lord, for everything.