Day of the Palms

Today is the day we remember Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem.  A large crowd stood on the roads of Jerusalem and welcomed him as the “King of the Jews”.  They were so moved they cut olive branches to line the streets as he entered. The honor of such a common man angered the religious leaders and they vowed to kill him.

Below are the words of Matthew’s account.

21: 9 – others cut down branches from the trees and spread them in his path. The crowds who went in front of him and the crowds who followed him all shouted, “God save the Son of David! ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’ God save him from on high!”

21:10-11 – And as he entered Jerusalem a shock ran through the whole city. “Who is this?” men cried. “This is Jesus the prophet,” replied the crowd, “the man from Nazareth in Galilee!”

Fast forward to 2011.  We should not be talking about such an uneventful life of the man Jesus.  But we are still talking about him.  Why?  I believe we are talking about him because his is God.  He was given the name above all names and we can’t quit talking about him.  He lived a solitary life in the way we would measure a life.  Something is not right about this man Jesus.  I challenge you to reflect on this solitary life and figure out why Jesus keeps resurfacing to invade the hearts of you and me.

“One Solitary Life”

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a home. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness.

He had no credentials but Himself. He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied him. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While he was dying His executioners gambled for His garments, the only property He had on earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race.

All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that one solitary life.”


Dr. James Allen Francis