Palm Sunday: Excerpt from Daybreak

My view to the east faced across the Kidron Valley to the Mount of Olives. I leaned back as far as possible to see the summit but could not view the highest point. Walking out past the cover of the arbor, the crest of the lush mountain came into view. It was actually a range of peaks ascending and descending with the final drop being deep into the Kidron Valley before me. I heard far off commotion and saw what at first I thought I imagined, a mass of heads appearing as people approached the summit. Soon I could see a great number in a procession as they came to the crest of the hill.

The river of people streamed down the mount strewing something like branches. As they progressed further, a wide path of greens appeared covering the brown dirt road. It mystified me. What was all this? The sound of singing and laughter like a celebration, perhaps a royal wedding.

The mass of people continued and I strained to see a man seated on an animal, a donkey. How very strange. After perhaps an hour, some in the procession were already coming through the valley and back up toward the Sheep Gate, the place where the lambs to be slaughtered for Passover would soon go through. The flow of people began to pass by on the road to the Temple, which lay to my left.

I heard the words they kept singing.

Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest.

 

 

 

 

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