For the Holy Week posts this time, there won't be any pictures. I want you to put the pictures into your own mind.
This is the day Jesus rode from Bethany into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey. Somewhere along the route, Jesus stopped and brooded sadly over the coming fate of the Holy City.
People cheered wildly over this, their Messiah, as He made His slow way along that road. Donkeys don't travel all that fast, as a rule. What did He think about? Was He dreading what He knew would happen on Friday? Was He wishing for another few weeks or months to try to get through to the ones who remained with their arms folded against Him?
Consider this day, my friends. What was it like for Him? What will it be for you?