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A Palm Sunday Perspective

In 2015, as a resident at Central Christian Church in Lexington, the ministry staff did something a little different on Palm Sunday. Instead of one sermon preached by Senior Minister David Shirey, each minister on staff preached a sermon-ette on a differing perspective of Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem. Below you can read my sermon from the perspective of a child. There are also links for the other perspectives at the bottom for your reading pleasure.

Every year my family travels to Jerusalem for the week of Passover. This is the second time I’ve been able to come along for the journey; I just turned eight. We had so much fun last year so I thought I knew what to expect this time, but things were different. We entered the city on the east side, like we normally do, but we noticed a crowd gathering and we heard shouting. “Here comes the king!” they shouted! A parade! Awesome! I love parades! So, I made my way up to the front of the crowd where I could see, but I was surprised by what I saw. A man, on a small colt.  This is no parade. Then I heard his name: Jesus. Jesus of Nazareth. I had heard about Jesus from some of the other children I had met on the journey to Jerusalem. They said that Jesus was a kind man, one that would tell them stories. But he was also a brave man, one that would stand up to the priests and Roman soldiers. They said that he performed miracles, healing people, feeding people, raising people from the grave…Seeing him on that little horse, he just looked like a normal man. He looked kinda silly honestly. He wasn’t what I expected. But as I looked around, I noticed that the people didn’t treat him like a normal man. They spread their cloaks on the road in front of his colt, like a red carpet for a king. But it was better than that because of all the different colors. They waved branches and shouted, “Hosanna! Blessed is the one that comes in the name of the Lord!” At first I was disappointed. This parade was nothing like the Roman military procession. Where were the war-horses, the chariots, the soldiers and their weapons? That was the parade I had looked forward to. But then it happened. Jesus, atop his little colt, passed right by me. Unlike the Roman soldiers though, he looked at me. He looked into my eyes. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me. I can’t explain what happened next. I was overcome with so much joy that I grabbed a branch off the ground and ran alongside his colt shouting, “Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna!” I wanted everyone to see Jesus, to feel what I felt when he looked at me, to feel the love and compassion radiating from him, to know the joy that he could offer. I followed him, here, to the temple. He’s been in there for a while and it’s getting late. I don’t want to leave, but I know my mother will be looking for me. I’ll see Jesus again, he’s going to do something huge; I just know it.

Shadowy Figure: Here By McKinna Daugherty

Mother & Son: Here By Rev. Elizabeth King

Disciple: Here by Rev. David Shirey

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