Palm Sunday

As the day of the Great Festival drew near, it was all hustle and bustle.  Preparations to be made for friends and family to join us at the Festival.

Food to be planned, accommodation to arrange

and a whole host of other things to do.

I was busy from dawn to dusk!

Then I heard a rumour that Jesus, the teacher, who was supposed to have raised the dead, healed the sick, made blind people see and even walked on water was coming to Jerusalem with His disciples.

It was only a rumour, but I would love to see the man who had made friends with Tax collectors and prostitutes and upset the authorities!

 Perhaps he would do something spectacular?

The crowds are getting bigger

The rumours are flying around

‘He is coming’

‘No, he is not’

‘Yes, he is’

Then, one day I saw a man riding on a donkey, surrounded by a group of shabby looking men.  He did not look like a miracle worker or king, but there was something about him that drew my attention.

I do not know what it was.

He had kind eyes, the sort that smiled at you as if he knew you and cared about you.

Then

Something extraordinary happened.

People began to break branches from the trees and wave them; others laid their cloaks onto the ground for him to ride over, just as if he was a king or a hero returning from a war.

Then

A shout went up.

Alleluia

Hosanna

Welcome to the King of the Jews

The Priests and Romans will not like this.  I do hope that they will not send soldiers to break up the crowds and destroy the happy atmosphere.

I joined in the shouting and cheering.  I could not help myself.

Slowly the procession passed by and the sounds died away into the distance.  I was thrilled, confused, troubled, had many questions and did not know what to make of what had happened.

Ah well, no time to brood, back to the preparations.

But

I will never forget his eyes and the effect they had had on me.

by Joy Wilson.