Bethany Bullet - March 23, 2013
A famous musician once asked his chauffeur, “How have you been?”
What was the response? “Oh, working hard, working 8 days a week!”
The musicians name? John Lennon, and, as the story goes, this phrase
found its way into the 7th number 1 hit single from music giants The
Beatles.
Ooh I need your love babe,
Guess you know it's true.
Hope you need my love babe,
Just like I need you.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain't got nothin'but love babe,
Eight days a week.
Boy the weeks in Lent sure feel like they are at least eight days
long. It seems as if we will never get
to the end, to the celebration, to the party, to…EASTER!
But today, Palm Sunday
begins the final journey. It might be
right to say there are eight days THIS week.
We are only a week away from the most important day in the history
of Christianity. In eight days the celebration will begin, the stone will be
rolled away, the tomb will be empty, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
There are eight days this week, and some of the lyrics from this
song will serve as our theme for the next few times we will be gathered into
this place, into His house, to see how
much he cares, how Jesus ain’t got
nothin’but love, and that he loves us all the time.
The Gospel writer John describes the events of Palm Sunday in his
12th chapter. Let me set the scene for you. It was Passover week in
Jerusalem and the crowds were gathering. Think about Disneyland in the middle
of the summer and you will begin to understand. Jesus has told His disciples
that He must go to Jerusalem; that He would suffer and that He would die, but
the disciples didn’t really seem to get it.
As Jesus enters the city there is a parade. Jesus and His
disciples were in Bethany, just outside of Jerusalem and as they began the
journey they encounter a great crowd.
Next is the praise. The
crowd gathers palm branches to wave and shout, “Hosanna!” a word that means-
salvation, or save us, or just save, I pray.
The crowd is ready to crown Jesus King as they use words from
Psalm 118, “Blessed
is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Then there is the prophecy. Jesus fulfills the words of the prophet
Zechariah as He continues the parade riding on a donkey, and the disciples just
don’t seem to get it.
Next we see the popularity. Many in the crowd had been there when Jesus
raised Lazarus from the dead, so our text says.
Perhaps many had been with Jesus before. I wonder if there were some who
were fed along with the 5,000, or lepers who were healed, or blind that could
now see, or lame that could walk; the Crowd ain’t got nothin’ but love for Jesus, on the first day this
week.
The people have had the loaves,
now they want a leader, a King. Is
their praise genuine, or will they say anything to get something? Were they
hoping for a handout? Are these just empty words to fill empty hopes, empty
souls, or empty bellies?
They ain’t
got nothin’ but love, as long as
they are getting something in return.
It is a common human response. As long as there is something in it
for us we are motivated to act.
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We too, love a parade.
We love to parade around feeling important, looking good in front of
others.
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We give praise to
anything that makes us feel good. We are
not looking for salvation, but for personal acclimation.
·
We have followed false prophets
or political pundits and we ride around with attitudes that are anything but
humble.
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We live for popularity
and the potential riches that it brings.
We would be
more comfortable riding into town for a Roman Triumph, something the occupying
forces in Jerusalem knew all about.
The Roman
triumph was a civil ceremony and religious rite of ancient Rome, held to
publicly celebrate and sanctify the military achievement of an army commander
who had won great military successes, or successfully completed a foreign war.
Only the Roman Senate could grant a triumph.
On the day of his
triumph, the general wore regalia that identified him as near-divine or
near-kingly, and a laurel wreath was held above his head. He rode in a chariot
through the streets of Rome with his army and the spoils of his war. At
Jupiter's temple on the Capitoline Hill he offered sacrifice and the tokens of
his victory to the god. Thereafter he had the right to be described as “man
of triumph" for the rest of his life.
Now this, this
is something that appeals to our human nature. Riding into town on a donkey?
Forget about it!! The Romans there must
have laughed at the sight.
But Jesus rode into town in humble fashion, before the real
conflict of the week even began. He was
identified as divine and kingly with palm branches held above His head. His
arms prepared to carry the cross, to ascend a hill called Calvary to be the
sacrifice to God and bring victory.
As Jesus enters the city that day, he already is a man of triumph. In himself He brought
victory over sin, death and the devil.
“But
he made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in
human likeness. And being found in
appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death
on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to
highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name
of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and
every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the
Father.”
(Philippians 2:7-11)
Christ the humble King rides into town on a lowly donkey. He was
getting ready for a battle, not returning from one. He was willing to die so that you can
live. Jesus aint’t got nothin’ but love for you and for me.
But soon the pomp and circumstance of Palm Sunday would be
over.
·
When the noise died down, somebody had to pick up the litter, the
palm branches strewn about, and the cloaks upon the road.
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When the noise died down, Jesus was alone - but in another sense
he was not alone. He was in the center of His Father’s will.
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When the noise died down, Jesus knew that He would have to suffer
and die before another Sunday came.
Many came to see the Messiah riding into town. Many had their own
ideas of what the Messiah - King would be. Some thought He would be the one who
would drive the Romans from the land; others thought He would be the royal
king, like David, one who would give guidance to their lives, and still others
who thought the Messiah was there to fill their bellies once again.
Jesus understood all the different thoughts that people had about
him. Palm Sunday is the day when, knowing that people are fickle, get tired of
parades and go home - Jesus came riding.
It s a day when, knowing that religious leaders dislike those who
oppose them and look for a ways to kill the opposition - Jesus came riding.
It s a day when, knowing that the humble king will be disowned,
knowing that one will sell his souls for a handful of silver, knowing that even
good friends will run away and abandon him, it s a day when knowing all this -
Jesus came riding.
Knowing that the crowd will turn against Him on Good Friday - he came riding anyway.
Knowing that even his most trusted disciples could not stay awake
in the garden as He prayed for strength to endure the cross - Jesus came
riding.
Knowing that He would be mocked and beaten, spit upon, humiliated,
tortured, and disgraced - Jesus came riding.
Jesus came riding because he ain’t got nothing but love, not just eight days this week, but for all the days of our lives. He knew that all of his children need Him to ride into our lives as the loving Messiah - king who would save us from the power of hell through his resurrection on Easter Sunday. He is the true man of triumph!
Jesus came riding because he ain’t got nothing but love, not just eight days this week, but for all the days of our lives. He knew that all of his children need Him to ride into our lives as the loving Messiah - king who would save us from the power of hell through his resurrection on Easter Sunday. He is the true man of triumph!
He came riding because he knew exactly what we need.
He came riding in the midst of our sin and he died for us.
Oh, we need
his love, yes we know it’s true. Hold
me, love me, hold me, love me, because he ain’t got nothin’ but love, Eight
days this week.
-Pastor Seth Moorman