The sound of rejoicing reached their ears. They were still outside of the city. The men, all friends linked by one man, were excited and yet fearful. The things he'd said about what would happen in the coming days echoed through each man's mind as they collectively approached the gates.
Their hopes were that he would overthrow the reign of Rome and restore Israel and Judah to it's former glory. He said very different things; predicted a much more dire ending to this day, but they thought maybe he was speaking in parables.
They secured the donkey and colt and put their cloaks on it and helped their best friend, their teacher, and Messiah, sit.
The crowd grew louder and louder. The gates opened and a warm wind blew through the street.
"HOSANNA! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! HOSANNA!" The people shouted louder and louder, repeating the scripture of Zechariah. It was coming true. The prophecies were being fulfilled in their midst.
His friends, some called them followers or disciples, were joyously dancing and shouting as they entered the gate.
A throng of people lined the narrow street. They took the palms from the trees and placed them on the road, lining his path.
Little did they know that in a few days, those shouts would change into a different, condemning, tune. But, for this day, they would rejoice and bask in the Father's Glory and in the Triumph of their King.
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King of Glory
SpiritualShort story based on the collective view of those closest to Jesus. The timeline is set from Palm Sunday/Triumphal Entrance into Jerusalem to the Resurrection.
