This Sunday is Palm Sunday. We’ll remember and celebrate Jesus’ triumphant entry into the city of Jerusalem. We’ll add our voices to the cheering, “Hosanna!”
Our text this year is found in Matthew 21. We hear how Jesus sends off the disciples to get him a ride into town. And then, 6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them; 7 they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them.
He sat on them? How? Was it a daring-do, or a kind of lean? Now wonder the crowds were impressed. Or did Jesus ride the mother, leading the colt, along side. Or is it possible that the writer of the gospel of Matthew was trying so hard to make the prophesy fit just so, they missed the point.
Palm Sunday isn’t really about whether or not Jesus rode side-saddle, or western or English. Focusing on that is kind of fun to think about, but it leads us away from the harder questions we might ask. Would we have cheered with the crowds, or stayed home to watch the game? Would we have jeered, “Crucify him,” when the time came? Would we have thrown our coats, or palm branches before him, or waited to see if the fuss was all worth it? What does it all mean, for the Son of God to enter on a donkey cheered on by a fickle crowd?
Those are the questions we could be exploring. But just for a moment, draw me a picture. If you had to ride mother and colt, simultaneously, how would you do it?
I’ll see you on Sunday,