PALM SUNDAY. “Jesus we honour you.” Response:“Thank you Lord Jesus for all you have done for us.”
THE WAY OF THE CROSS.
Jesus had spent the night alone, the night before they wanted to make him king. Satan had visited him again as he had those three long years ago, Had asked him again, “do you want to be king, have the power to control, Even the power to put things right again?” But Jesus said, “No that’s not my way, my way is the way of the cross.
And on the one hand there were those who praised God with a loud voice Saying, “Blessed is the King, peace and glory to God.” And they spread their cloaks in the road as he rode by on the colt they had fetched.
On the other hand were the Pharisees, his adversaries, seeking to plot and destroy Him who came in the name of the Lord, because his way was not their way His way, the way of the cross.
And in between, the city carried on its daily life, the temple a marketplace, yet a place of learning, A place of challenge and debate as the scribes and teachers tested his way, the way of the cross.
And Jesus wept for their indifference, their pride and selfishness, his knowledge of their destruction Because they would not follow his way, the way of the cross.
And he continued to teach them his way through anecdotes, and parables and prophecies, the widow’s mite, the authority of Caesar, the burning questions of the day, the warning of the testing time to come. “The stone which the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.”
“Will you, beloved of a new century, new age, new era, reject me too? Will you follow my way, the way of the cross, a throne?” Yes Lord,” he said, “I will.” “Yes Lord,” she said, I’ll try.” “Yes Lord, together we will do our best to follow your way, The way of the cross, a throne, your way, the way of the cross.” TR