“As he was now approaching the path down from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the deeds of power that they had seen…” vs. 37
It was a long trek for pilgrims to make their way from Galilee to Jerusalem, and the last leg from Jericho (far below sea level) to the Mount of Olives involves a 3500 foot change in elevation in about 28 miles. As they reached the top of the Mount, the whole city of Jerusalem, dominated by the Temple Platform, lay below them. It’s a spectacular view. Even today tourists and pilgrims alike can’t help but stand in awe. Certainly the crowd of disciples traveling with Jesus took time to marvel at the enormous buildings and beautiful sights. But these weren’t tourists, this crowd was on a mission. They were accompanying the King. They may not have understood why he’d chosen to ride a donkey, it wasn’t a royal steed, but they had seen enough of his power to know that he was a worthy ruler, perhaps even the messiah. Full of joy they started down the steep windy path past the Garden of Gethsemane, through the Kidron Valley, and into the city. And as they walked they sang, giving glory to God for all they had seen and heard. The Kingdom of God was truly at hand. The end of Jesus’ mission was in sight! And they were right–they just didn’t have a clue how the story would end!
Thought for the Day: What’s the most hopeful crowd I’ve ever been a part of?