I believe! I’ve seen it! Did the people who praise you in the streets and lay their cloaks on your colt and palms in your path say that? Did they believe what they saw? Or were they the same ones who cursed you on Friday? Were they the ones who called to Pilot for your blood, “Let it be on our heads and the heads of our children!”
Where would I be? Would I be clinging to the Apostles with your mother and Mary Magdalen? Would I be helping sing your praises on Sunday and join the masses calling for your blood on Friday? I could even be like Peter, swearing I would die with you then deny you. How can I judge when I know my own sins? I join Peter’s cry for mercy.
Would I be at the foot of the cross with John, your beloved, your Mother and the sobbing Mary Magdalen? Would I hear, “Woman, behold your son. Son behold your mother.”?Would I feel the earth shake and see lightning flash across the sky?
I desire to be like Mary Magdalen. I want to be overwhelmed with sorrow on Friday and have boundless joy on Sunday when I see you in the garden. I want my joy in Your presence to be so large I have no choice but to spread the Good News to others.
Our world today is not too different from your world then. We praise our savior one day and condemn him the next. We hold no respect for the life of the child or the condemned. My Lord, my God have mercy! Our world still need your glory! May we sing one day, “Holy, Hosanna to our King!”