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Hosanna


Hosanna.

A word of praise, a word of happiness.

A word used for adoration.

The crowd shouted "Hosanna" as He rode the donkey into Jerusalem.

Some threw their garments on the road in front of Him, giving Him the royal welcome.

Some broke tree branches and made Him a welcome mat.

Some were attracted by the cheering, and didn't have a clue what was happening.

"Who is this? What's going on?" they questioned.

The parade crowd, the ones closest to Jesus, answered.

They said, "This is the prophet Jesus, the one from Nazareth in Galilee."

I wonder what our LORD thought, as He heard their hosannas and praise.

Where they still praising when He cleaned the temple just a few hours later? Did the all-knowing look ahead for a few days, and see these same people cheering from the sidelines as He was being beaten? Did He see them accusing Him before Pilate?

When He said, "Father, forgive them", was He referring to the soldiers? Or to a crowd that might look like us?

Hosanna. We really mean it, LORD, as long as things are going our way, and we are not inconvenienced by the things You asked us to do.

Please forgive us for being part of the crowd.

Hosanna.

'Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!' Luke 19:38
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