John 12:12-15

The next day the great crowd that had come to the festival heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. 13So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, shouting, ‘Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord— the King of Israel!’
14Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it; as it is written:
15 ‘Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion.
Look, your king is coming, sitting on a donkey’s colt!’

Expectations of God

The journey of Holy Week, the last week of Jesus’ life on earth, begins with the joy and party spirit of Palm Sunday.  The expectations at the start of the journey shine brightly.  But as you follow the story, by the end of the week, expectations falter and will leave a bewildered crowd wondering where all the promises went.

At the beginning of any project there is a lot of energy to see the deed accomplished.  But behind the scenes other things are taking place that we ignore in our exuberance of the day.  Expectations are made up of dreams we create in our mind and in our longings.  We brush problems aside.

When we equate our expectations with God’s will, we feel betrayed when our hopes are dashed. When we make God into our own image, God fails every time. The difficult part is to see with Jesus’ eyes and not as the world sees. That requires looking deep inside and renewing a right spirit within us.  It means being open to seeing all of the world and not just our little corner.

It is a wonder that God continues to give grace upon grace and chance upon chance to follow Jesus and to change and renew our spirits. When Jesus pauses to look over Jerusalem he speaks his longing to gather the crowds into his arm and protect them as a mother hen does her chicks.  How thankful I am that I can sit in silence and imagine that picture in my mind and feel those arms around me.

Prayer:  Thank you God, for your love that is so abounding in mercy and grace.  Help me see with Kingdom eyes, the expectations of your heart.  Amen.

Rev. Andrea Andress

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