We have all heard some version of the story about the town that had become a place of injustice. A place where greed and corruption became the new normal. If you have heard some version of this story (while growing up I was made to believe that Wyatt Earp coming into Tombstone was the primary version), then you know the feeling when a hero rides into town to make things right. That is the feeling that rides into town on Palm Sunday.
It is unfortunate that we sometimes talk about Palm Sunday in a way that simply details Jesus mode of transportation into Jerusalem. We can be certain the gospel has something else in mind.
Jerusalem is looking for a king. Someone who will drive the Romans out. Someone who might revive the glory days of the Davidic dynasty. Jerusalem is looking for salvation – salvation from Rome. The people were overlooking their sin problem because of their Roman problem. Then here comes Jesus, riding in on a donkey, and they were ready to cast their vote with him to deliver them from their Roman oppressors. This is about much more than transportation.
Still, a nonviolent prophet on a donkey seems too tame. There is a text in Revelation where the heavens open and a white horse appears. We are told the rider is Faithful with a capital F and True with a capital T. We are told this rider makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire. He is wearing crowns on his head. His name is the Word of God. Right behind him are the armies of heaven on white horses. Out of his mouth is a very sharp sword. He brings the fierceness of Almighty God. His robe is inscripted with “King of kings and Lord of lords.” If the people had a copy of the Revelation they would have said “Yeah, that’s what we want.”
But that’s not what it looks like when Jesus rides into Jerusalem on a donkey amidst singing and palms. It looks more like a text from Philippians where God became a servant. Where God humbled himself and became obedient, even to death on a cross. But that story does not stop there. It goes on to say that this God was exalted to the highest place and given a name above every name. It tells us that at the mention of this name every knee, in heaven and earth, shall bow.
What we do not want to lose sight of is the fact that the rider on the white horse with eyes like fire and the one who became the servant who was exalted above every name is the one who rides into Jerusalem on a donkey. This is who rides into town on Palm Sunday. It is too easy to lose sight of this. It is easy to withdrawal our support for Jesus and cast a vote for Barabbas. Perhaps he will increase our odds of defeating Rome.
We often find ourselves looking for a man to become a god. We are given a God who became man. It is none other than the God of history who rides into town as King on Palm Sunday. The gospel hands us a palm branch and lyrics to a hosanna song and asks us to follow.