This is a mini-rant. I've been asked to preach on Palm Sunday. I imagine that we'll have little sago palm fronds for the little kids to wave around, I'm sure that at least one of the songs will contain the words "hosanna" in it one or fifty time. I'm sure that everyone will be on pins and needles to hear, once again, about Jesus' "Triumphant Entry" into Jerusalem. "yea, Jesus." Tradition. Destroying truth. How tragic that while their Master weeps and sobs over lost people -- an entire city that was going to be utterly destroyed for refusing to seek God when He called to them -- his Disciples are having a party. Jesus, sitting on a simple donkey with his feet dragging the ground, looks into the future and see the legions arrayed against Jerusalem.... The city of Peace... and knows of the stubborn religious zealotry that will result in the death of perhaps more than a million people from famine, disease, and the sword. How tragic that things haven't changed much in 2000 years. Gotta make sure we get the float decorated for the parade.