This past Sunday was Palm Sunday. This first day of Holy Week is the day that the Christian church remembers the Triumphal Entry, when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey and was hailed as King. The people greeted him and praised him, calling out, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!” They spread their cloaks and palm branches on the ground for him. They rejoiced and shouted, “Hosanna!” Many of us celebrate this day in our worship services with children waving palm branches and repeating the cry of “Hosanna.” We rejoice and hail Jesus as King.
On Monday morning, this is what I saw as I walked out the front door of my apartment building.
It struck me as symbolic of how quickly we forget. The same palm branches used to revere Christ as King only the day before lay forgotten on the concrete. Left behind and remembered no more.
This is what comes naturally for us. We forget. We move on to something else. The same people who welcomed Jesus to Jerusalem on Sunday were calling for his crucifixion on Friday. They were beating him, mocking him, scorning him. They went from crying “Hosanna” to crying for his blood.
This tendency is why, in Deuteronomy 6, the Israelites are told to remind each other of the commandments they were given. “And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.” (Deuteronomy 6:6-9 ESV)
We need to be reminded. As Christians, we must remind each other of who he is and what he has done. We have a King who was crucified to ransom us and who got up from the grave, and sometimes we live like we don’t remember that. So lest we forget, let’s remind one another. Jesus is alive. He is risen, just as he said. He sits at the right hand of the Father, pleading and interceding on our behalf. He has washed us with his blood. We serve a God who put death in his grave, and that is something to remember.