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Palm Sunday: Ride On, Ride On in Majesty!

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Text: Henry H. Milman, 1827
Tune: CHICKAHOMINY, Henry B. Hays, 1981
From Psalter Hymnal, 1987

 As a child I loved Palm Sunday morning. All the Sunday School kids would proudly march down the aisles of our church, waving branches and singing a song with Hosanna! as one of the lyrics. Today I watched my 2 year old walk into the church with a palm branch as well and she came home from Sunday School with a sticker that said "Jesus is King" on it. I always thought Palm Sunday was a celebration - and it is. But it marks the beginning of one of the most dramatic weeks in human history that I was not able to understand when I was waving palm branches as a kid.

 This Sunday's hymn captures the irony of Palm Sunday. The people are joyfully hailing the King that they will crucify less than a week later. Luke's account of Jesus entering Jerusalem says that the people "began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: 'Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!' 'Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!'" Luke 19:37b-38.

Jesus is the King of Kings. He was welcomed into Jerusalem as a king, but he never ruled from an earthly throne. The hymn says he came in lowly pomp. He rode into Jerusalem in a parade of praise, but he knew he had come to Jerusalem to die. Christ first bows his head and submits to the cross before he takes his seat at the right hand of God to reign as King. The adoring crowds did not anticipate this type of king when they were waving the branches and shouting. And only days later, the crowds were not shouting "Hosanna" but "Crucify." How quickly we change our tune when things don't turn out the way we hoped they would.

I didn't really understand Palm Sunday as a child, but I realize that I don't really fully understand it as an adult. The King of Kings chose to finish his time on earth in such an unexpected way. It was unexpected from the triumphal entry into Jerusalem that we celebrate today, to the washing of his disciples' feet that we commemorate onThursday, to his death and apparent defeat on Friday. And then his resurrection from the tomb on Easter day. This mysterious hymn reminds me that even though the events of Holy Week are so familiar, the gravity of their significance is not. I pray that the Holy Spirit can open our eyes to the mystery and the irony of the humble, meek Savior bowing his head to die for our sins, and then taking his place on the throne to reign as the King of Kings forever.

Ride on, ride on in majesty 
as all the crowds "Hosanna!" cry; 
through waving branches slowly ride, 
O Savior, to be crucified. 
Ride on, ride on in majesty, 
in lowly pomp ride on to die; 
O Christ, your triumph now begin 
o'er captive death and conquered sin! 
Ride on, ride on in majesty, 
the last and fiercest foe defy; 
the Father on his sapphire throne 
awaits his own anointed Son. 
Ride on, ride on in majesty, 
in lowly pomp ride on to die; 
bow your meek head to mortal pain, 
then take, O God, your power and reign! 
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