As the Easter season is upon us, I am humbled by this act of amazing love that only God could share with others. Today is Palm Sunday, the day in which we commemorate Christ’s entrance into Jerusalem. The Jewish waved palm branches, placing them before Christ as he rode into town on a donkey. Their shouts of Hosanna were praise and adoration for Jesus, who came in the name of the Lord.
This triumphant entrance into the city was a celebration. These same people who believed that Jesus was the son of God and were blessed by His miracles, would also be the same who would call for his death a few days later. Despite the number of years that I have been a Christian, I still cry knowing that this celebration of love would be negated when they chose to have His life taken, over that of a man who was known in their community, as someone who deserved death on a cross as a result of His crime. Jesus, on the other hand, had no crime.
When I was young, I loved Palm Sunday as it was a moment of celebration, with much singing and rejoicing. Yet, as I grew older, while still enjoying this celebration, it is in a more humble spirit. I reflect on my own iniquities and where as a Christian I can fail. I am grateful that God’s Grace is sufficient and pray that as I go forward during this Holy week and beyond, that I can be all that Jesus would want me to be. A Christian that through my actions, thoughts, words and deeds, that I can be a reflection of what Christ means to me.
Palm Sunday is a day of celebration, commemorating the triumphant arrival of Christ Jesus into the city of Jerusalem. May our day of celebration reflect our true heart and faith in Christ Jesus.