Hosanna

Jesus, rode, not on the best steed, not with an army, nor arms and ammunition. But on a lowly donkey, a humble colt He rode , for a victorious entry into Jerusalem.

The colt He chose, though the least of the animals, was ridden by none and pure. Not a wild wandering donkey but one tied up and belonging to a master . Perplexing though it may seem, it is like He chose you and me, not floundering , not burdened with worldly desires but bound to Him, to rid ourselves of the flesh, so He can dwell in us .

It is said, those young ones, who stood at the gates of Jerusalem with sticks and swords, ready for battle, sheathed their blades, on seeing His Face, filled with Holy Grace. Raising fronds of palm to honour Him, throwing their robes on the ground before Him, they greeted Him. There was no earthly trappings, not a crown of gold, jewelled robe, or a mighty army, but the Light of Glory, they recognised and accepted Him as their King .

Singing Hosanna, Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord, shouting words of praise, they welcomed Him. The One, come to redeem, to set them free, from the rule of their evil oppressors. The Prince of Peace, came not in war and yet a war it was, to fight the evil forces of the cosmic world, to set man free from death, from the waterless pit, the grave.