Probably everyone thinks he knows the lessons related in the Scripture readings for Palm Sunday; how the Jewish crowds welcomed Jesus into the capital city with great celebration. They were acknowledging him as the long and ardently awaited son of King David, their Messiah, their savior. Yet, before the week was out, their leaders had nevertheless turned him over to the hated foreign occupiers of their land for humiliating execution.
Let’s reflect for a moment on a deeper meaning which pertains to us. There is no doubt that Jesus’ contemporaries were looking for and expecting God to liberate them from oppression and provide peace and prosperity. Herein lies the problem: the perennial human tendency to demand that God bend his will and intentions to suit our desires. The only God we are willing to tolerate is one who shares our desires. Ultimately we refuse to let God be in charge. We won’t let God be God. God did indeed send his Son to save us. But perhaps not so much to save us from others as
to save us from ourselves, from our addiction to insisting on having things our way, according to our dim lights taking precedence over his omniscient plan for our ultimate happiness. How many times did he have to tell us that
His ways are not our ways; His thoughts are not our thoughts. When are we going to learn to be ashamed of our persistent pride, a pride which cost Jesus so much in order to truly save us?