My Favorite Someday

I haven’t been shy about my love for Palm Sunday.  Often my exclamations of “It’s my favorite day of the year!” is met with bewilderment.  “You mean you like it more than Christmas and Easter?”

Yes, more than Christmas and Easter.  I’m not minimizing the spiritual significance of these Holy days.  I treasure both days for their redemptive significance.  

Maybe the fickleness of the people’s cheers so quickly turned to jeers makes it a difficult holiday to enjoy because awareness of our own unfaithfulness jars the historical story into our present reality.  It would be inconceivable for me to understand how the people could be praising Jesus as King and by the end of the week be calling for His crucifixtion if it weren’t for the many times that I myself have not made it out of the church parking lot before my praise has turned to cursing. 

The Israelites had already rejected God as their King once (1 Samuel 8), so their rejection of Christ should really be of no surprise to us.  Yet their rejection stings me so because I’m profoundly aware of how fickle I am in surrendering to Christ’s rule and reign in my life.  Just like the Jews on Palm Sunday, I make demands of King Jesus, all the while making light of His commands that disrupt my comforts.  I’m torn between two kingdoms–I love the regality of Christ’s reign, but oh how I protest when He raises His scepter and commands me to love my enemy. 

But this is precisely why I love Palm Sunday!  It represents what is to come–a time when my heart’s devotion will no longer be torn.  A day is coming when Jesus’ rule and reign won’t be clouded by self-love and entitlement.  Instead, I will see Him for who He is and my unfaithfulness will end. 

“I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.  With justice he judges and makes war.  His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns.  He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself.  He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God.  The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.  Out of his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations.  ‘He will rule them with an iron scepter.’  He treads the winepress of the furty of the wrath of God Almighty.  On His robe and his thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS”  Revelation 19:11-16.

So as I watched the children today wave their branches and sing ‘Hosanna,” a tear from my eye watered hope in my heart and I confidently declared, “Someday!”  I can’t wait.

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