Imagine the scene on that spring day! A lone Rider crested the hill, His entourage walking beside. The crowds gathered, throwing cloaks, palm fronds, or other garments along the way as he drew closer to them. Shouts of “Hosanna” split the ears of those in attendance. Yet, one remained unnoticed and undeterred: the donkey.
What might he have thought? How might he have felt as he paraded through a corridor
lined on both sides by exuberant onlookers focused like a laser on the majesty just above his head: the Messiah-King he bore?