Praises came from the children and from the people in the city.  They were there for the Passover Feast.

The time had come.  It was appointed before the foundation of the world.  Grace was planned and grace was coming, riding on a donkey.

The journey into Jerusalem would announce the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.  But they would not comprehend.

They expected a takeover, a rebellion, a war.  Not a suffering Servant, a crucified Savior, a Son who would show the full extent of the Father’s love.

Jesus lived so He could die.  And this Sunday on the calendar began the free fall of events leading to the end.

But it was only the beginning.

When the darkness would turn to light.  When sins bondage would be broken.  When the children of men would be invited into the very presence of God.

This day they shouted Hosanna, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.

And their words were true.  Though their understanding clashed with the outcome, God’s promise was being fulfilled.

For He was their long expected Jesus.  The Messiah.  He is the One.

Sunday grace.