“They bought the donkey and the colt, laid their clothes on them, and set Him on them. And a great multitude spread their clothes on the road; others cut down branches from the trees and spread them on the road. Then the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying” Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!” And when He had come into Jerusalem, all the city was moved, saying, “Who is this?” So the multitudes said, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth of Galilee.” Matthew 21:7-11
Yesterday was Palm Sunday. It marks the week before Jesus Resurrection. Every time I read that part, it amazes me how Jesus came in a donkey. He could have come in this beautiful, white horse or flew over there or just anything, better than some old, ugly, smelly donkey! But our Creator did not need some fancy entrance for people to notice Him. People knew who He was. Some just choose to believe that their Savior would not come in some donkey. That He could not be this ordinary. But He was. Jesus felt what they felt. He cried, He hurt, He prayed, He loved, He hung on the cross, He died. For you and me.
“The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth.” Psalm 145:18