Today is Palm Sunday, the Sunday that falls one week before Easter. The name Palm Sunday comes from a passage in all four Gospels, where Jesus rides into Jerusalem as a triumphant King, and he is greeted by a mob of fans waving palm branches. Just a few days later, the mob appears again, but this time they are shouting for him to be put to death. What caused the change? The Bible, of course, does not say how many of the people in the angry crucifixion mob were also in the palm branch mob. Those in the palm branch mob were expecting Jesus to be a conqueror and drive out the Roman oppressors, but instead he preached a message of humility and love for your enemies, which is not what they wanted.
Angry mobs have been in the news a lot around here lately, with another fatal and tragic case of alleged police brutality and racism, as well as the anti-gun marches happening across the USA this weekend. I don’t really feel like going into any more detail about what I saw or what happened. I’m kind of tired of talking about it and of all the arguing that it inevitably leads to.
I do know one thing, though.
I can pray.
This world is broken, and this world needs Jesus. Before you try to tell me that European missionaries devastated cultures all over the world in the Age of Exploration, or that so-called Christian pastors molest children and cover up their gay affairs, and such, I didn’t say the world needed any of that stuff. I said the world needed Jesus, and that stuff is not Jesus.
I can also fix myself.
I can do the best I can to understand people who view life through a different lens than I do. I can try to understand what others have been through. (And I would appreciate it if others extend the same sentiment to me and try to understand what I’ve been through.)
I feel like I’m not very talkative (writative?) tonight.