fit for a king


Palm Sunday

It was quite an entrance. I mean I have always dreamed of riding into the big city on a baby donkey, haven't you? Then there were the palms. Branches and cloaks spread out for Him to ride over. Not quite a red carpet, but I guess it would have to do. The shouts of the people ‘Hosanna!’, ’Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord’, ‘Hosanna in the highest!’ The crowd lining the streets, His closest friends…