The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
“Hosanna to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Hosanna in the highest heaven!”
When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.” Matthew 21:9
The people’s hosannas greeted him as he rode into the city on the donkey that day. It was Him. Finally, their king had come.
They broke branches from the trees to lie in the road in front of the donkey that carried their hopes for deliverance from Roman rule. He chose to go to His throne by way of Calvary and the cross.
Haven’t we all been guilty of wanting God to fix things our way? I want it and I want it now! And if things don’t go our way, we are just as guilty as the Jews of Jesus’ time, we can begin to loose heart and grow impatient.
Six years ago I was given a report of Brest cancer. I prayed and asked others to pray with me. I did what the Bible says and had the elders lay hands on me, anoint me with oil and pray for healing. We believed God would heal me and He did. Miraculous healing! The first report said yes and the last no. For five years we told of the goodness of God.
Last year I got another report of breast cancer. I knew God was still in the healing business. I had personally experienced it. He had healed me before. He was my Messiah! I prayed with a heart full of faith. That faith of a mustard seed, expecting my God to heal me. I didn’t want to walk through chemo and all the horrible side effects from it. I knew what I wanted it to look like. Miraculous! But that’s not how He chose to heal me this time.
Just like the Jews on Palm Sunday, He did it differently than I wanted Him to. Different than I had expected. I didn’t get the miracle I had prayed for…the way I thought it should look. He chose to give me my healing through medicine.
Today I am healed. God used medicine to heal me. It didn’t look like I wanted it to look but I learned to trust God like never before. A trust that has allowed me to Rest in His promises that He is my healer no matter what it looks like.
I learned to rest in the confidence that His plans are higher than my plans. I am closer to God than I have ever been. I learned to rely on Him to heal me every day and trust Him to do what He said.
I have had a Palm Sunday, waving palm branches at the Messiah. He miraculously healed me! I also experienced what it was like to walk through the healing process with medicine. Not the way I had wanted. And I know one day I will experience complete healing in heaven.
God had a better plan…for all. Jesus had to go to the cross. You see God loved us, you and me, so much that He gave His only son as a sacrifice for our sins. Jesus died to make a way for all of us to be free from the curse of sin and death.
Easter is the one event that changed all of history. No other religion claims resurrection. Our God is the only one who paid for sin.
As Easter unfolds this week and you go about your busy schedules, pause to remember the excitement of that Palm Sunday. Pause to trust Jesus as your Messiah! Regardless of expectations. It doesn’t change who He is. Hosanna! ~ Cindy
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Your Turn: What does Palm Sunday mean to you? How will you worship Jesus as your Messiah? Have things not turned out like you expected? We would love for you to share with us below. ~ Breath on Paper