I love Easter season. I love the way the thought of resurrection is all around us as dead things emerge from the earth, and dead branches begin to bloom. I love pondering the victory of Christ over the grave, and the depth of the love that drove him to the cross.
Tim Bayly posted a wonderful poem , written by his late father, on his blog here. I found it thought-provoking:
A Psalm for Palm Sunday
King Jesus
why did you choose
a lowly ass
to carry you
to ride in your parade?
Had you no friend
who owned a horse
—a royal mount with spirit
fit for a king to ride?
Why choose an ass
small unassuming
beast of burden
trained to plow
not carry kings.
King Jesus
why did you choose
me
a lowly unimportant person
to bear you
in my world today?
I’m poor and unimportant
trained to work
not carry kings
—let alone the Kings of kings
and yet you’ve chosen me
to carry you in triumph
in this world’s parade.
King Jesus
Keep me small
so all may see
how great you are
keep me humble
so all may say
Blessed is he who cometh in the name
of the Lord
not what a great ass he rides.
~Joe Bayly
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