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Good day dear hearts, I love you. It began with a parade, one of those rare moments when hope swells so high it spills into the streets. Palm branches waved like banners of victory. Children ran ahead shouting. Grown men climbed trees for a better view. Women pressed forward, craning their necks to see the man at the center of it all. Jesus of Nazareth rode into Jerusalem not on a warhorse, but on a borrowed donkey, yet the city greeted Him as if He were a conquering king. “Hosanna!” they cried. “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!” For a moment, it felt as though the world had tilted toward peace. But behind the cheers, another sound was stirring, quieter, colder and far more dangerous. In the shadows of Jerusalem’s courtyards and upper rooms, a different conversation was taking place. The religious leaders, already uneasy about Jesus’ growing influence, saw the palm-waving crowds and felt something tighten in their chests. Power is a fragile thing, and nothing threatens it quite like a man who can raise the dead, calm storms and draw thousands without lifting a sword.

The Gospel of John puts it bluntly: “So from that day on they plotted to take His life,” John 11:53. The decision had already been made before the parade ever began. Palm Sunday was not the beginning of Jesus’ downfall it was simply the moment when the plotters realized they had to act quickly. And so, while the crowds shouted “Hosanna,” the chief priests whispered, “How do we stop Him?” While children laid palm branches on the road, the Sanhedrin laid plans for an arrest. While the city celebrated, the machinery of betrayal was already turning. It’s tempting to shake our heads at the duplicity of it all. But the truth is, the line between “Hosanna” and “Crucify Him” is thinner than we like to admit. Human enthusiasm is loud, but human loyalty is often quiet and sometimes absent altogether. The same crowds who welcomed Jesus with open arms expected Him to overthrow Rome, restore national pride and usher in a new golden age. They wanted a king who would meet their expectations, not a Savior who would challenge their hearts. When Jesus refused to play the part, they assigned Him, their cheers evaporated. Disappointment can sour into anger with astonishing speed.

By Thursday night, the city that had once celebrated Him barely noticed as He was dragged from one sham trial to another. By Friday morning, the same voices that had shouted “Hosanna” were now shouting “Crucify Him.” And by Friday afternoon, the man who had been hailed as a hero hung on a cross between criminals, abandoned by most, mocked by many and misunderstood by nearly all. How does a hero become a scapegoat in less than a week? The answer is as old as humanity: fear, jealousy, unmet expectations and the fragile nature of public opinion. Yet in the middle of all this chaos, plots, betrayals and shifting loyalties, Jesus never wavered. He knew the parade would lead to a cross. He knew the cheers would fade. He knew the same people who praised Him would later turn their backs. And still He rode into Jerusalem. Still, He taught. Still, He healed. Still, He loved. Because Palm Sunday was not a miscalculation. It was a mission. The plot to kill Him did not derail God’s plan; it fulfilled it. The fickleness of the crowd did not weaken His resolve; it revealed the depth of His love. The cross was not a tragic twist; it was the very reason He came.

Palm Sunday invites us to look honestly at ourselves. We like to imagine we would have been among the faithful few who stayed with Jesus to the end. But if we’re honest, we know how easily our own hearts can shift. We praise God when life is good but question Him when life grows difficult. We welcome His blessings but resist His challenges. We celebrate His power but hesitate at His call to surrender. And yet this is the beauty of the story! Jesus remains faithful even when we are not. As Holy Week begins, Palm Sunday stands as both a celebration and a warning. It reminds us of the joy of welcoming Christ, but also of the danger of following Him only when it suits us. It calls us to a deeper loyalty, a steadier faith, a quieter but more enduring “Hosanna.” Because the One who rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, who endured betrayal and injustice, who went from hero to scapegoat in a matter of days, He did it all for us. Not because we are faithful, but because He is. And that is a story worth telling every year. God bless.

Lord, we praise you and honor you. We prepare our hearts for this upcoming week, Holy Week. May we take time from the Easter Bunny and devote it to the real reason for the season. Bless and meet the needs of your people. Amen.

Our doors are open to all Friday, April 3, 7:00pm for Good Friday Service; Sunday, April 5 for an indoor Sunrise Service, 7:00am; and our Easter Sunday Service, 10:00am at 1361 Main Street, Susquehanna, 570-853-3988. Pastor Vince