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A Palm Sunday Cry


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Save me!

We have all said or yelped that a time or two.

I remember once when I was 14 or 15,

I got into water that was too deep for a novice swimmer.

As the water started to pull me under, all I could do is yell “Help!”

Flash forward forty years. 

I found myself driving down a hiking trail by mistake. 

I blame the GPS.

As I drove down a trail barely wide enough for a car,

I was praying with each breath that the car would stay on the road

And that I could find a place wide enough for a turnaround.

What I really wanted was to get out of that situation.

As I was thinking about Palm Sunday this year,

I found out something interesting.

The word Hosanna means “Lord save us.”

How appropriate for this Palm Sunday!

This year, everyone is looking for someone or something to save us from this Coronavirus

that has managed to shut everything down.

The people of Jesus’ day wanted someone to save them as well.

They wanted what we want,

what I wanted…

To get out of a sticky situation.

We aren’t interested in something spiritual we just want to be comfortable.

They wanted a King to replace the Roman ruler,

a temporary solution.

So, as they marched, and threw clothes in front of him,

They were shouting, pleading, begging “Hosanna!”

“Lord, Save us!” Little did they know that he was about to answer their prayer.

He was offering a permanent solution but they would have to wait for it.


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