Palm Sunday is coming up right around the corner. As far as holy days go, I think Palm Sunday gets shoved in the corner a little when standing so close to Passover, Good Friday, and Resurrection Sunday. What does this sometimes obscured day have to do with us?
If you answered, “It’s Jesus riding in on a donkey! His triumphal entry as a peaceful king!” You couldn’t be more wrong–about a lot of things. There’s so much more!
6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. 7 They brought the donkey and the colt and placed their cloaks on them for Jesus to sit on. 8 A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
“Hosanna to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”[c]
“Hosanna in the highest heaven!”
10 When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
11 The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”
Matthew 21:6-11
So you’ve got me. It is about Jesus riding a donkey triumphantly into Jerusalem as the peaceful king. Yay. *Yawn*
But what does that have to do with us, I ask you. Where is the power, the punch, the OMG moment?
Well, let’s keep reading:
Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. 13 “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’”
14 The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. 15 But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant.
Matthew 21:12-15
What a scandal! As soon as He gets into the city, Jesus–the peaceful king–gets down from His donkey and whips some tail, heals people, and religious people are enraged.
Jesus had a plan for that day long ago. A large crowd of people were gathered for the Passover feast, waiting for their turn in the Great Temple of Jerusalem.
They were waiting to see God, feel God, and be changed by God.
Many of these faithful worshipers had traveled thousands of miles on foot, donkey, or boat with weary families, just to see the Temple and worship. The sick, blind, lame, and demon possessed came too. They waited eagerly for a Passover miracle to deliver them from their plight.
When they finally arrived at the majestic Temple of Herod, many begin crying at the sight. They were finally there! Now, God will hear them. Now He will heal them. Now He will deliver them like He did in Moses’ day.
But they can’t get in.
The bouncer at the door (this is no joke) callously informs them that their offerings (animal and grain offerings) were no good after a long journey. They’ll have to buy an offering provided by the Temple staff. But wait. Their foreign money is no good here in Judea. There’s a convenient currency exchange for them, no problem–Oh! I’m sorry. The cripple guy isn’t allowed in. The gentleman with a rash too. Not allowed. The girl with a cleft lip? Sorry. No can do. Go home.
At that moment, a shout arises from the north gate. Hosanna! Palm branches and bright, beautiful coats are being strewn on the street making way for a man on a donkey.
The great Rabbi, Jesus, stops at the Temple. He dismounts. He walks up to the bouncer.
In His hands is a whip. In His eyes, a fire.
His strong arms beat down the bouncer. His whip cracks over the backs of the oppressors. His calloused, work-worn hands lift the tables, flinging money across the floor. Dozens of the poor rush to the coins bouncing on the ground, scooping it up like mad men.
In a triumphant voice, Jesus declares that the House of God is once again open for all nations. Money is no longer a barrier. Using the same hands that subdued the Temple guards, Jesus bends down and heals the cripples, the blind, and the deamon possessed. Disease is no longer a barrier to God’s House.
The people’s joyous roar is heard across the city.
What barriers are keeping you from God this Holy Season? What is paralyzing you? What is holding you down in the same old bad habits? We all get stuck in routines. Roads going nowhere. We feel oppressed by other, more powerful people. the only way your life can change is through the scandal of the King of Kings entering your world.
We all need a Palm Sunday, my friend.