Trinity Writers’ Group 2020 Holy Week



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by Joann Burnham
          A great throng of pilgrims was walking and riding into Jerusalem. They were going to the temple for Passover. Someone had seen Jesus traveling with a large group. They were approaching the city from the East, from the Mount of Olives. Word of his arrival had reached Jerusalem and a crowd was gathering. Children were sliding up to the front of the crowd, climbing trees, and being lifted onto the shoulders of their fathers for a better view.
          I don’t see him yet, father. Be patient, son, I heard he is coming up the hill.
          It was a glorious warm sunny day. Jesus was coming into the city in triumph. Many believed he was the long awaited Messiah, the King of Israel. People were laying their garments on the ground to make a path for him to ride on. Children were waving palm branches and some were placing them on the garments. The street was strewn with palm fronds and garments. Many stood holding the palm branches high in the air.
          I don’t see Jesus. Be patient, son, I heard he is just entering the city.
          Surely if he is riding a white horse and wearing a gold crown you will see him from a far distance. He must be getting closer, but I still don’t see him. Father let me climb up and sit on your shoulder so that I can see him better. I think I see a man on a donkey. It’s a baby donkey, a colt. Could that be Jesus? I thought he would come riding on a white horse.
          The crowd began to go wild. They were shouting Hosanna to the son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
          It must be Jesus. I see him now. That is Jesus on the colt. He is passing through the city gates. I want to get closer to him, father. Put me down so that I can run out to the street. I want to see him up close. I want him to see me waving my palm. I want him to know that I am here. Yes, son, go closer so that Jesus can see you.