Today at Townhall.com Kevin McCollough has a post entitled The Madness of Palm Sunday in which he points out that Jesus knew, even provoked his own crucifixion, and yet he did in anyway. Not out of some form of madness, like the people who commit suicide by cop, but out of love.
Jesus rides into Jerusalem, not in secrecy, not under cover of darkness—but in full view of a swelling, electric crowd. They line the streets. They wave palm branches. They throw their cloaks on the ground. They shout, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
They are celebrating Him like a king.
And they’re right to do so.
This wasn’t random. This wasn’t accidental. This wasn’t Jesus getting swept up in a moment. This was deliberate, calculated, prophetic fulfillment. Centuries earlier, the prophet Zechariah had written that Israel’s king would come riding on a donkey—gentle, humble, unmistakable. And here He was, doing exactly that.
Not on a war horse. Not with an army. But on a borrowed donkey.
Because He wasn’t coming to conquer Rome.
He was coming to conquer something far more permanent.
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Without the cross, there is no forgiveness.
Without His suffering, there is no healing.
Without His death, there is no life.
The madness of Palm Sunday is that the King is being celebrated by people who don’t understand the cost He’s about to pay for them.
Many people suffer, sometimes seeming unbearable pain. Jesus suffered all that. But his true suffering was the abandonment by the Father. Imagine if your father suddenly abandoned you, said "I don't know you" and turned his back to you. You would be hurt. Now imagine your father is the creator of the universe. This made His suffering so much worse. It makes our suffering seem like a pin prick.
We know how the story ends, and we are both sorrowful, and overjoyed. Please, This week, I urge you to consider this, and to pray on it.