We are just a few days away from celebrating what is known as Palm Sunday, but let’s rewind to the actual events of that day…The crowd gathered in Jerusalem for the passover, Jesus was also headed to the same place but not just for passover. By this time in Jesus’ ministry He was very well known and the people believed that He was the great king sent to deliver them. He was the great king sent to deliver them, just not in the way that they thought He would.
The crowd gathered, they waved palm branches as He rode in on a donkey (fulfilling Zechariah 9:9), they cried out “hosanna, blessed is the king who comes in the name of Lord!” The same crowd that not a week later would be shouting “crucify him!” They turned their backs on Him when He didn’t rescue them how they wanted.
When Palm Sunday comes around I have the same memory that always come to mind. I am sure my husband will tell you he has heard this story one hundred times or more. Each church in the downtown area where we lived came together and walked the streets waving palm branches on Sunday morning shouting “Hosanna, Hosanna” as we walked down the city streets. As a young teenager I felt weird about doing this but none the less a memory was formed, and only God Himself knows why….maybe for this moment right here. I can vividly see the palm branches waving and the crowds standing around…it had an impact…church as a teenager never had much of an impact but this is a memory I can’t erase.
Easter as children of God is vital, vital to what we believe and why we believe it…but there are more pieces to the puzzle…the entire ministry and life of Jesus is a vitally important part. You see Jesus was without sin, and He became sin for us…the man riding into Jerusalem was the sacrifice being taken to the temple once a for all. No one ritual sacrifice, no more grain offering, sin offering, or fellowship offering; Jesus the ultimate and greatest sacrifice once and for all. In verse 41 Jesus weeps over the city of Jerusalem…why? because they didn’t see it, they wanted to be rescued their way and in their time, and they did not recognize the time was now and their rescue was here.
Hosanna is defined as an exclamation of praise and joy. So let’s shout Hosanna to our King, the one who gave His life for you and me. The one who paid the perfect price, the one who willingly sacrificed His life. Hosanna! Hosanna! to our incredible King.