Yesterday was Palm Sunday. It was a day of celebration. The King has come!
The crowds surrounded Him. The palms waved in worship. The foretold donkey colt carried Jesus into Jerusalem and voices shouted praise to Him.
In the midst of the celebration, as hosannas of praise were exclaimed, I think Jesus must have heard the pain of hearts welcoming a Savior. For that is what the word “hosanna” means: to save.
For a long time, I found it hard to sing “hosanna” as a worship song, when it was really asking Jesus to save me. As I thought about it, asking for salvation certainly is a part of our worship for Jesus. We long for Him to come!
And now, “hosanna” is a beautiful worship song. My Savior has come to save me.
Hosanna in the Highest!
Upon entering Jerusalem, He first cleansed the temple. Overturned the money tables, let go the living creatures slated for sacrifice. His Father’s house was meant to be a house of prayer.
And now we ponder His sufferings. He made a way for our bodies to become temples of His Holy Spirit. We are stones, together, being built into His house of prayer.
Moving into this week, we might wonder how could Jesus lower Himself in such a way?
To endure hatred, rejection, insults, beatings, scourging and finally dying in the worst way possible.
He did this for us. To save us.
And the best celebration is yet to come!
Hosanna in the highest!