Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! - Mathew 23:37
As Jesus prepares to enter His city, He must have stood on the opposite hilltop and looked at its walls shining in the sunlight, and wept. This is a day for Him of such mixed emotions. The cheering crowds (what do they want from Him?), the city which has so opposed His teachings and yet which houses the hopes of Israel, and the very stones of the streets which have welcomed centuries of earnest pilgrims – it all coalesces on this spring morning.
Let us match our steps to the slow plodding of the donkey as it comes into this city of history about to add the most important of its chapters.