This took place to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet, saying, “Say to the daughter of Zion, ‘Behold, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.’” Matthew 21:4-5 ESV
When we think of Palm Sunday we see it as the triumphant end of a week in which He had raised Lazarus from the dead and healed a blind man on the way to Jerusalem. But for the first century Jew it was the beginning of a festival week. Try to imagine the week before Christmas. People are doing extra baking, decorating the house and
inviting friends and family over for the big day. And right into the middle of the excited crowds, Jesus rode into the Eastern Gate of Jerusalem.
The scripture tells us that But Jesus wasn’t just coming to town for the Passover. He was coming to fulfill the prophecy that God would send them their king through that gate riding on a donkey. He was not simply an amazing miracle worker, a powerful prophet or a triumphant king: He was their king!
Though the religious elite were angry when children shouted Hosanna, the common people were sensing something their leaders missed. Jesus was coming to be king riding a donkey and they didn’t need to be afraid.
They sealed Him in the grave
And soldiers sent to guard
All through the second day
Till on that Sunday morn
The tomb was opened wide
That Jesus Christ was free
And Mary heard His voice
To tell the mighty news
Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord”—and that he had said these things to her. John 20:18
Now on the first day of the week Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been taken away from the tomb John 20:1 ESV
Just a few years ago we had twenty four inches of snow fall in our city. Cars were buried, streets were closed and everyone’s schedule came to a screeching halt! But three weeks later, with the temperatures reaching 80 degrees, the snow vanished. What a difference three short weeks made!
One Sunday morning 2000 years ago just think what a difference three short days made. On Friday the disciples fled in fear. When Joseph and Nicodemus put Jesus into the tomb it seemed that all hope lay cold and dead. But on that dark morning when Mary came she discovered in astonishment that the stone had been rolled back and the grave stood empty! Then Jesus Himself drew near. But Mary mistook Him for a simple gardener, until He called her name and then she was filled with joy. Not much has changed in 2000 years. We think of Him as many things but we only know Him when He comes and calls our name! What a difference three short days have made!