Today our four youngest joined other children at church, carrying palm branches into the sanctuary.  After the service, they were given the fronds to beat their daddy with as he drove us home.  The palm leaves survived, and after more impromptu reenactment in our yard, they now decorate my dining room table.

I wonder if the children who hailed Christ’s triumphal entry into Jerusalem beat their siblings with the branches?

Matthew 21 (ESV): The Triumphal Entry

Now when they drew near to Jerusalem and came to Bethphage, to the Mount of Olives, then Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, “Go into the village in front of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her. Untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, you shall say, ‘The Lord needs them,’ and he will send them at once.” This took place to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet, saying,

 “Say to the daughter of Zion, 
‘Behold, your king is coming to you, 
humble, and mounted on a donkey, 
and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.'”

The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them. They brought the donkey and the colt and put on them their cloaks, and he sat on them. Most of the crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. And the crowds that went before him and that followed him were shouting, “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!” And when he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred up, saying, “Who is this?” And the crowds said, “This is the prophet Jesus, from Nazareth of Galilee.”

(I’ll post about the rest of Kieran’s birthday later–he had a fabulous day!  Meanwhile, we have a busy week as we celebrate Christ’s life, death, and resurrection!)


2 thoughts on “Hosanna!

  1. I’m guessing the Children who hailed Christ did indeed beat their siblings with branches…some things are universal/timeless 😉

  2. Yes, I expect so too. I like to think of Jesus being praised in the temple by children with scraped knees, untied sandals and grubby fingers. Not to mention gruesome tastes and a strange sense of humour (at least, if they’re anything like my Sunday School class!)

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