See, your king comes to you,
righteous and victorious,
lowly and riding on a donkey…
The crowds lined the streets, waving palm branches and throwing their cloaks in his path as Jesus rode into Jerusalem.
A few days later the crowds would be just as vocal as they called for him to be crucified.
We’re not always exactly pros at keeping our convictions.
On a side note, there’s no better story in history to remind us that the majority is not always right.
We’re in the most important time in the Christian church year. Sure, Christmas gets a lot more attention and money and festivities.
But the journey to the cross and to the empty tomb is why it all matters.
There are those who scoff, who say Jesus never existed. There are those who mock his followers.
None of that changes the story.
The real story. The true story.
The old, old story.
This week, I’m spending time remembering the story, remembering why I believe.
The journey to the cross was long, and painful.
But it’s not the end of the story.