The Madness of Palm Sunday
Kevin McCullough
There are moments in history that feel almost too poetic to be real.
Palm Sunday is one of them.
Jesus rides into Jerusalem, not in secrecy, not under cover of darkness—but in full view of a swelling, electric crowd. They line the streets. They wave palm branches. They throw their cloaks on the ground. They shout, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
They are celebrating Him like a king.
And they’re right to do so.
This wasn’t random. This wasn’t accidental. This wasn’t Jesus getting swept up in a moment. This was deliberate, calculated, prophetic fulfillment. Centuries earlier, the prophet Zechariah had written that Israel’s king would come riding on a donkey—gentle, humble, unmistakable. And here He was, doing exactly that.
Not on a war horse. Not with an army. But on a borrowed donkey.
Because He wasn’t coming to conquer Rome.
He was coming to conquer something far more permanent.
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