Palm Sunday Reflection

April 13, 2014

Crowds and Clamour

By CJ (aged13) a member of the Diocese of Swansea and Brecon Reading John 12. 12-19 12The next day the great crowd that had come to the festival heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. 13So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord — the King of Israel!” 14Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it; as it is written: 15“Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion. Look, your king is coming, sitting on a donkey’s colt!” 16His disciples did not understand these things at first; but when Jesus was glorified, then they remembered that these things had been written of him and had been done to him. 17So the crowd that had been with him when he called Lazarus out of the tomb and raised him from the dead continued to testify. 18It was also because they heard that he had performed this sign that the crowd went to meet him. 19The Pharisees then said to one another, “You see, you can do nothing. Look, the world has gone after him!” (NRSV) Music George Frederic Handel - Messiah: Overture - by the London Philharmonic Orchestra Reflection - It's that Jesus Look, there’s a man riding on a donkey over there. Over the coats of people I know. I see the palm leaves being torn down, piled over more coats as he’s going down the road. It’s that Jesus … People are starting to shout; “The King of the Jews is here!” What? I don’t understand. I put my hands to my face and rub my eyes. I don’t understand. I look again. People are cheering and shouting and still throwing cloaks and palm leaves. I see him for the first time; he’s wearing white clothes and sandals and he has a beard, long hair. He looks at me and he’s smiling, he’s happy and straight away I feel filled with a sense of joy. I know he’s someone important and it’s good we’re pleasing him – it shows we appreciate him, and at that moment my life is changed, forever. Nothing will ever be the same again. It’s that Jesus … He rides on, the sounds grow dim, and I feel mixed emotions. A curious blend of sadness and happiness overwhelms me … what will the future hold … for me … for him … for everyone? St Davids 2