Praise God for Palm Sunday!
Passage: Luke 19:28-40
Pastor Horton
Date: April 13, 2025-Palm Sunday
What a day! Maybe you are wondering what I mean by that. For you, the day is just beginning. In fact, it is not even 8:30 in the morning. But in my homeland on the other side of the world, the sun is about an hour away from setting over the Judean hillside. The day is almost over for me, but it is a day that I will never forget.
This Sunday began like many others. I woke up after the Sabbath with many things to do. I had to take care of some business in the village. I had to take care of my animals in the yard. And like you with your holiday rush, I had to make final preparations for the Passover that was now only a few days away.
At least I had it easier than many of my countrymen. Some God-fearing Jews had to travel over a hundred miles to reach Jerusalem in time for the Feast. My house was only a few miles away. And especially at this time of year it was common to see a steady stream of pilgrims passing by on their travel into the Holy City.
But this particular day was different. There was an excitement in the air, something I could sense but not explain, something I could feel but not fully understand. Maybe it was because the crowds were larger than usual. Maybe it was because the buzz was louder than usual. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but my life was about to change forever. What I am about to share with you is everything that happened to me today, a day when the prophecies of the Old Testament came to life, a day when I saw the Messiah with my own eyes, a day that shares its name with the branches the people were waving in the air. And at the end of the day, I want you to share in my joy. I want you to be at peace. I want you to raise your voices with me and…PRAISE GOD FOR PALM SUNDAY.
As the sun peaked over the horizon, I loaded up my donkey to go into the village. There was a chance that I would be taking home more than what one pack animal could carry, so I brought along her colt just in case. This foal was not ready to be ridden, at least not yet, but it was strong enough to carry a few things in its saddle bags.
After the short trip into town, I tied the animals to a post and left. It was a good thing my business didn’t take long because when I came back I found two men untying them. At first I thought they were trying to steal the animals, but these men were not acting like thieves. They were working slowly and deliberately, as if they were the rightful owners. As I approached, I didn’t really know what to do so I said: “Why are you untying the colt” (Lk 19:33)? They weren’t startled. They weren’t surprised. It was as if they knew my question before I even asked it. They simply replied: “The Lord needs them”, and they gave me their word that they would return the animals shortly (see Mk 11:3).
Even though these men were complete strangers to me, even though I didn’t know where they had come from or where they were going, even though losing these animals would set me back quite a bit of money, I let them go. But I decided to follow at a distance, partly to make sure that my animals were safe, partly because I wanted to catch a glimpse of this “Lord” who needed them. The two men led the donkey and her colt to a larger group. Some put their cloaks on the animals, and then one of them sat on the colt, the colt that had never been ridden before. That was strange, I thought to myself. He did it with such ease. He sat on that colt like he was its own, like he was in charge of much more than this animal. It reminded me of a Bible passage I had learned as a boy, taken from the great prophet Zechariah: “Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey” (9:9). As the group made its way on the road leading to Jerusalem, I wondered out loud: “Is this some kind of great coincidence, or am I in the presence of the Messiah himself?”
Now, I had work to do back at home, especially with the Passover only a few days away, but I couldn’t let this man out of my sight. I decided to keep following at a distance, not knowing exactly what to expect. And because there were many others on the road heading in the same direction, I was able to blend right in.
That was until one of the travelers almost ran me over. He grabbed onto me to keep me from falling and exclaimed: “Oh, it’s good to see you!” Since I had never met this man before, I had no idea what he was talking about. “My name is Bartimaeus,” he said as he brushed himself off. “I am from the city of Jericho, and until just a few days ago I was blind – I was sitting by the roadside begging for money one day when I heard this noise. I was told, “it’s Jesus (as he pointed to the guy who just went past on the donkey). I had even heard that he had the power to perform miracles, and hey, I had nothing to lose, so I shouted at the top of my lungs: ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me’ (Mk 10:47).” “Some people were embarrassed by me. Others tried to silence me. But Jesus listened to me. I’ll never forget those precious words: ‘Go. Your faith has healed you’ (Mk 10:52). Immediately my eyes were opened, and I have been following Jesus ever since.”
The man then disappeared into the crowds as quickly as he had appeared. I didn’t know if I should believe him, but I knew that I couldn’t turn back. I needed to keep following this man, wherever he was going. I needed to learn more, so I stopped to ask a woman standing on the side of the road: “Do you know this man, the one they call Jesus?” And she said with a smile: “Well, yes, I actually do.”
Her name was Martha, and Jesus had been staying with her and her sister Mary in Bethany. She told me that she also had a brother named Lazarus who had died. I was beginning to express my sympathy for her loss when she stopped me. And I could tell by the look in her eyes that there was more to this story. Martha told me that Jesus reassured her that he was the Son of God, the “resurrection and the life.” Even though Lazarus had been dead for four days,” Martha told me, “Jesus called: ‘Lazarus, come out’ (Jn 10:43)! And he did, linen strips, burial cloth and all. Lazarus walked out of the tomb alive.” That helped to explain the absolute excitement of the people who had come from all over to celebrate the Passover. They had heard other amazing stories about Jesus, but now they had proof. Lazarus was a living, breathing illustration of this man’s power. Jesus was different. Jesus was special. And he was on his way to Jerusalem.
My unplanned journey brought me to the edge of the Mount of Olives overlooking the Holy City. As Jesus began his final descent into the valley, the crowds grew larger and louder. They treated this man like a king. They threw their cloaks on the road. They waved palm branches in the air. And they declared: “Hosanna to the Son of David (Mt 21:9)! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord (Mk 11:9)! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest” (Lk 19:38)! Maybe it was the power of the moment. Maybe it was the testimony of Bartimaeus and Martha. Maybe it was a combination of things, but before I knew it I was a part of this grand procession. Once inside the gates of the city, the people were overjoyed. Children were singing about him. Pilgrims were praising him.
But not everyone was happy. The Pharisees were visibly upset. They came up to Jesus and demanded: “Teacher, rebuke your disciples” (Lk 19:39). Their anger caught me off guard. I don’t know why they wanted the people to stop. Personally, I didn’t want this day to ever come to an end. And Jesus wasn’t ready to put an end to the celebration either. He replied: “I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out” (Lk 19:40).
The stones didn’t have to jump into action that day but eventually the crowds dispersed and the people went home. As I retraced the route I had walked only a few hours earlier, I was able to think about all the things I had seen and heard. I knew that something special had happened. About an hour later, I heard a knock at the door. It was the two disciples returning the animals they had borrowed that morning. I invited them in and immediately began to ask them questions. “Who is the one you call ‘Lord’? Who is this Jesus? Why has he come? What do today’s events mean?”
The disciples admitted that they didn’t have all the answers. They had been with Jesus for three years, and they still had some questions of their own. But one of them did share with me something Jesus had shared with them when they started out on their journey: “We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and the teachers of the law. They will condemn him to death and will turn him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified. On the third day he will be raised to life” (Mt 20:18,19)!
I didn’t witness anything like that, but then again nothing on this day was exactly as it appeared. Jesus was hailed as a king, yet he rode on a common beast of burden. Jesus was treated like a conquering hero, but he led no army. Jesus accepted the praises of the adoring crowds, but he knew that those praises would not last. And there was something else I thought about, something I could not get out of my mind. Jesus knew exactly where my donkey was. Jesus knew exactly what I would say. That means he knows the future. That means he knows what is waiting for him in Jerusalem. And if he knows about the betrayal, if he knows about the condemnation, if he knows about the mocking and flogging and crucifixion and death, then why did he come?
I think I know why. He did it for me. And He did it for you. He did it for those times when we are not so willing to part with our possessions. He did it for those times when we are not so quick to follow him. He did it for those times when we are content to let the stones sing his praises instead. Jesus knew that without Palm Sunday there could be no Easter Sunday. And so knowingly, willingly, humbly, and lovingly Jesus entered Jerusalem to complete his Father’s saving work, to suffer and die and rise again to take away my sins and your sins in full.
This is my story, but it isn’t exclusive to me. This is your story too. Maybe you weren’t right here alongside Bartimaeus, Martha, and myself, but you have heard about Jesus and all that he had done for you through the Word. What a blessing God has given to you and to me! Today Christians all over the world wave their palm branches in the air. Today we worship our King. Today we sing, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” Today we proclaim, “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord,” and realize that we are the ones who are truly blessed in Jesus. He rode on to save us from our sins. Praise God for Palm Sunday! Amen.
