Communion Meditation For April 5, 2009 – Palm Sunday
Text: Mark 11:1-11
They went and found a colt outside in the street, tied at a doorway. As they untied it, some people standing there asked, “What are you doing, untying that colt?” They answered as Jesus had told them to, and the people let them go. – Mark 11:4-6
Bethany and Bethphage were two small villages less than two miles outside the city of Jerusalem. From these two towns began the journey of Jesus into the city, the journey we call the Triumphal Entry and from which begins the story of our Lord’s Passion.
These communities lay on the main route from Jericho to Jerusalem and were evidently close together. Bethany today, on the Mount of Olives, is still a viable suburb of Jerusalem. It is regularly visited by buses full of Holy Land tourists who are there to see the supposed tomb of Lazarus and the house of Martha and Mary. In fact, Bethany is now called el-Eizariya, a derivative of the name of Lazarus.
The Bethphage of the gospels, however, is for all practical purposes lost. Archaeologists suspect it is the spot on the very top of the Mount of Olives where there are some obvious ruins but little else. But no one knows for sure. We do know that all four gospels tell the story of the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem and all four of them say that it started up on the Mount of Olives in either or both of these two villages.
In Jesus’ day when the Romans were the mighty force they were, triumphal entries into cities – and especially Rome – were not an uncommon sight. When a Roman army would finish yet another battle and conquer yet another city, thereby adding to the size and prestige of the empire, a parade would be organized in the general’s honor. The victorious general would lead his army through the gates of a city, parading the captured people who would soon become Roman slaves if they were lucky, or thrown to the lions if not. A triumphal city entry was an advertisement of the magnificence of the Empire and a warning shot across the bow of any other group 0f people that they could be next.
The New Testament never calls what Jesus did that day a “triumph.” But it is clear from the things people were saying as they waved palm branches when he passed by: “Hosanna! … Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!” and so forth that the early church considered it something like a Roman Triumph.
From the viewpoint of heaven, it was the most glorious triumphal parade the world has ever witnessed, greater than the triumphs of any emperor or general. It was the one time that Jesus received his due, public praise for being the promised Messiah. Regardless of what the crowds were hoping for in Jesus – and, truth be told, they were still hoping for a political leader who would rid the Jews of the yoke of Rome – the words they expressed were appropriate. Jesus was the “King who comes in the name of the Lord.”
But the parade didn’t last long, really. Mark says that when Jesus was finally inside the city walls, he went to the Temple — apparently without the crowds – “he looked around at everything” and since it was late, he went back to Bethany with “the twelve.”
From the viewpoint of the world, the “Triumphal Entry” turned out to be relatively insignificant, a blip on the world’s radar screen. It started in a small Olivet village and ended with an after-hours visit to the Temple. It wasn’t even big enough to warrant calling out the Roman guards, all Hosannas to the contrary. (The guards could have come, you know, as seditious as it might have looked. That they did not is an indication that the whole precession was not very big.)
But from the viewpoint of heaven it was a glorious sight. It wasn’t the size of the crowd or the time it took to get from Bethphage to the city gate or the lowly donkey Jesus rode or the quiet, crowdless visit to the temple that heaven used to measure its significance. Heaven never looks at size to evaluate the worth of anything.
In the kingdom of heaven, small things matter greatly. Small things like mustard seeds and children, the yeast in a loaf of bread and (need we be reminded?) a baby in a manger – these things are enough to change the world and turn around wayward lives. As the Lord said to Zechariah when Zerubbabel started to rebuild the temple : “Do not despise these small beginnings….” (4.10) And as Jesus himself once promised, if we have been faithful over a few things, he will, someday, give us authority over many things.
We don’t normally associate the Palm Sunday Triumphal Entry with the reminder that in the kingdom bigger, noisier, and splashier are not as greatly valued as small, quiet and plain. But that is the real meaning of it, when you think about it. What was important was that there were a few voices who shouted Hosanna. There were a few who waved palm branches. There was one donkey owner who let Jesus ride that day. And there were twelve disciples who visited the quiet temple grounds with Jesus in the growing darkness of the evening.
Not many of anything. Nothing big or splashy. But it was the kingdom of God, the reign of Christ, in a nutshell that day. Jesus is always happy with a few if they are also happy to see him.
If we had lived back then, would we have been among the few who waved palm branches and cried “Hosanna!”? Would we have been willing to throw our coats on the ground in front of Jesus as our small way of giving him praise? We cannot always wait until a larger crowd forms before we decide if Jesus is worth praising and following. That day may never come in our lifetimes.
But if you find yourself among the few, be glad and be confident. It’s how many things of the Kingdom appear to be in the world.
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