This week.

I sat down this past Sunday and read all four accounts of Jesus coming into Jerusalem riding the ol' Jack (aka "donkey").  Jesus had just met with Zaccheaus and raised Lazarus from the dead... and then in order to fulfill predictions made in the Old Testament he finds a donkey and rides it into town...

Some of his followers throw their coats on the ground infront of him... others grab branches... palm branches and place them on the ground before him (Palm Sunday)...an entry only fit for a King... the people were cheering for him... and calling him "king" and "Lord".

As I read... my heart got excited just thinking about it... eager to place my branch before him... eager to see him walk by on his way to the city... eager to shout out and know that he could hear me...

But knowing the rest of the story... I also found myself saddened at the same time... a parade... a procession... excitement... but Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem... I knew what was coming... the Cross...

This week... I'm trying not to forget about Jesus... the mixed emotions he must have been feeling... This week... I'm trying not to forget about the cross... what it means for me... forgiveness... being freed from sin... the seperate between myself and God removed...  This week... I'm trying not to foget about Sunday... the empty tomb... his words being true... death coming to life... the resurrection.

This week.

Lord...simply said...Thank you for the cross..Amen.