Ah, what a glorious day! We stopped at Martha’s again—another
great feed! Yeshua was focussed, never seen him like this before—kind of tense,
but his look was steel.
He called me to him early the next morning with the one
called the Twin (Thomas). A good sign to be chosen for the task, I am near the top
of the pecking order! If I fulfil the task well, I will be granted more
opportunities—Yeshua is big on doing the small things well and you will get
more responsibility.
He told us to go over to Bethpage with clear instructions. I
am still not sure whether he had set it up or whether it was word from Abba
(Father)—wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. After all, he was up all
night praying—again! Does he not get sick
of sleepless nights? I had gone with him to pray but, as usual, had nodded off—too
much of Martha’s food and wine.
Anyway, he sent us to grab a donkey colt and bring it to him
and tell anyone who cares that it is for the Lord’s work and we will return it
soon. I was relieved; Torah (and Yeshua) forbids stealing. So we did as he
said. I had no idea then what he had in mind.
Then we headed to Jerusalem. Ah Jerusalem, the Lord’s city,
the glorious temple on Mt Zion, the throne of God, gleaming white and golden in
the sun, its glory radiating to the world, soon to be the worship centre for
all peoples. Rebuilding the temple is about the only decent thing the puppet
imposter Herod has done! Now the temple was being readied for the great moment when
Messiah liberates His people and Adonai himself comes to fill it!
Then I realised what the colt was for—he was doing a
Zechariah 9! Brilliant! Such a perfect and unexpected entry! Everyone expects
him to arrive in a blaze of glory, on a warhorse perhaps. Instead, he will
enter, righteous, gentle and humble on a donkey. Now they will know who he is!
If they read the signs, they will recognise that this is their king coming with
salvation to be welcomed in by his people! It sure was time for Zion and
Jerusalem to party. Wow, this guy is good! We threw coats on the colt with joy.
Yeshua climbed aboard. We headed up the hill, welcoming in our Messiah. Yes, it
was on! We knew it. Even the grumpy Judas seemed happy.
The people had heard the news of his coming. They came out in
their thousands. Many of the same ones who had come to the desert to be
baptised by John—poor John, if he could have lived to see this day. We will
avenge him!
Yes, they knew the moment had come! Not most of the leaders
though, they weren’t impressed. They still don’t know what to make of Yeshua. But
they will soon, he will win them over. Thus far he has refused their request
for signs proving that he is Messiah. No doubt he will prove his Messiahship soon!
The crowds, as they did in the times of King Jehu and Judas
Maccabees threw cloaks and palm branches on the ground to welcome in their
king—they knew what was going on. We sang the Passover song, Hosanna (save),
blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. We sang of the coming kingdom
of our father David! Hosanna in the highest!
Kids were singing too. Never heard singing like it. It was a glorious
time. The perfect start to the liberation of Israel and, after the
mother-of-all wars, the restoration of the world! Won’t be long before I take
my place ruling (with the others of course)—I can see myself in purple, and I
look good!
Then we went to the Temple, into the Courts of the Gentiles.
Not sure what Yeshua was doing, but he just seemed to want to observe. I kept
thinking he would call the leaders and people to him and get things started, or
perhaps start healing the sick, or do some glorious sign, or even cut the
nonsense and just go to the Roman fortress Antonia to talk terms. But no, he
just wanted to have a look. He did seem deeply troubled though, not sure
why—perhaps it was the excitement of the coming war. Still, why not take your
time? No one can touch him. He needs to get this right. That said, it all looks
good to me; people here for Passover from all over the world, buying
sacrificial animals to offer to God—that can’t be wrong, can it? What a perfect
time to start the final uprising.
Then abruptly, as the day grew late, he said, “Enough. Back
to Bethany.” He turned and left. He set quite a pace. We followed, eager for
tomorrow to come. Deep down I wasn’t upset to get out of there. I was hungry. Time
to carbo-load at Martha’s again. Who knows when I would get a proper meal
again? It was going to get messy! Surely, tomorrow it would begin.
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