They brought it to Jesus, and they threw their coats on the colt and put Jesus on it. As He was going, they were spreading their coats on the road. As soon as He was approaching, near the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the miracles which they had seen, shouting:
“BLESSED IS THE KING WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD;
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
Yesterday, Christians around the world celebrated Palm Sunday. I, for one, needed to hear the familiar Scripture, to be reminded. I needed to remember. I needed to shout hosanna in my heart and let it fly off my lips.
Because Hosanna is a special word. It literally means “God save us,” and when I say it, it is the cry of woman who knows she is a sinner who needs a Savior.
Yesterday ushered in the beginning of Holy Week. While the liturgy is largely absent from the Baptist church I attend, my heart still marks the days of Jesus’ final week on earth. Yesterday, Palm Sunday, was a day of celebration, a good day, but Jesus would have few of those over the next few days. But never doubt that He didn’t know what was going to happen that fateful week. When He turned His face to Jerusalem and mounted that colt to enter to the people’s cries of joy, He knew that He was walking toward the cross.
For me. For you. For sinners.
So cry out with the shout of the centuries. Hosanna! God save us! We are a people in need of a Savior.
“Saviour, be born in each of us who raises his face to thy face, not knowing fully who he is or who Thou art, knowing only that Thy love is beyond His knowing and that no other has the power to make Him whole. Come, Lord Jesus. . . ” —Frederick Buechner