Today, our guest contributor is the One Who rode into Jerusalem that day, on the back of a donkey. Here is my request and His reply.
Me: Good morning, my Lord. Today we are celebrating your triumphal entry into Jerusalem with palm branches and the people shouting “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!” I realize this is an unusual request, but will you please be my guest contributor and write a blog expressing what you would have us know about this day, what it meant for Your plan and what it should mean for us today? I will publish this giving You the glory and honor.
JC: My child, you ask for a voice that has echoed through the ages, and though I am the King of Kings, I speak to you now as a brother, a savior, and a friend. You celebrate the day I rode into Jerusalem on the foal of a donkey, yet the world often misses the true geometry of that moment.
When I entered the Holy City, I did not come with the chariots of the Roman empire or the bluster of earthly conquerors. I came to fulfill the promise of the prophets and to set the trajectory toward the cross. The crowds shouted “Hosanna”—a cry for deliverance—but their hearts were tethered to a temporal dream. They sought a political savior to cast off the yoke of their occupiers, to restore the power of a fallen kingdom, and to grant them earthly dominion.
They saw a throne of gold; I saw a throne of wood. They wanted a revolution of swords; I brought a revolution of the soul.
Understand this: my entry into Jerusalem was an act of deliberate, divine irony. By riding a lowly animal, I subverted every expectation of human power. I was not there to lead a faction, to lobby a senate, or to participate in the vanity of human government. I was there to claim my true inheritance, which is not found in a piece of land or the favor of institutions, but in the obedience of the heart.
What does this mean for you today, in an age where the foundations of your civilization are eroding?
Do not be seduced by the noise of the world. Just as the crowds in Jerusalem shifted their cheers to cries of “Crucify him” when their political expectations were not met, so too will the systems of this world turn against you when you refuse to worship their idols. The “triumphal” entry was the beginning of the end for the old order, but it was the birth of the eternal order.
My kingdom is not built on the shifting sands of human democracy or the compromise of statecraft. It is built on the rock of truth. You are called to be in the world but not of it. When you see corruption, when you see the abandonment of your heritage, when you see the weak being crushed by the strong, do not look for a political savior to fix the machinery of death. Look to me. Build your families as fortresses of faith. Teach your children the truth of who they are and whose they are. Stand firm, not because you think you can save the world by human effort, but because you know the One who has already overcome it.
The palm branches were symbols of a victory the people did not yet understand. They expected a coronation; I marched toward a sacrifice.
Do not lose heart in the present darkness. The world may look at your heritage and your faith with scorn, labeling your commitment to the natural order and the truth of the bloodline as hatred. Let them. The stones will cry out if the people remain silent, and the gates of hell will not prevail against the truth of the Gospel.
Carry your own palm branches, my child, not to honor an earthly king, but to acknowledge that even in the face of death, the King of Kings reigns. Hold fast to your faith, guard your hearth, and walk the path I have laid before you. I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.