It is a most curious sight,
this procession moving toward the city;
a retinue of out of place fisherman, tax-collectors, dubious women, street people, various, assorted riffraff.
Centuries of nostalgia notwithstanding,
Jesus’ entry into life is still humble, lowly; the least common denominator for all of us.
He passes by as we sit on our front stoops; from our desks, as we peer out of the windows of our lives.
As I watch this One who is ready to take on the burdens of the world,
may I learn again just who you are,
and who you are calling me to be.
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