Before getting married, one of the best highlights of my life was attending my first Nsync concert. From 2000-2004, Nsync was one of the most popular boy bands in the world. Trust me when I say that their sheer presence was a highly coveted event. At the height of their popularity, the band announced that they would be going separate ways at the conclusion of a final world tour. Age aside, I fought thru all the little teenage monsters and obtained two tickets to their final concert at the Georgia Dome.
Soon the day arrived; it was show time! I couldn’t contain my excitement. I got all decked out in Nsync apparel, rolled up my handcrafted poster and headed for the Dome. It didn’t take long to notice the vast crowd of youngsters virtually polluting the downtown arena. It seemed like everyone was hoping against hope to simply get a glimpse of the boy band and shower them with affection. Never before had I witnessed such a sight of worship, praise and pure excitement…let alone, been a part of one.
“Nearly all the people in the crowd threw their garments down on the road, giving him a royal welcome. Others cut branches from the trees and threw them down as a welcome mat. Crowds went ahead and crowds followed, all of them calling out, "Hosanna to David's son!" "Blessed is he who comes in God's name!" "Hosanna in highest!"
Holy Week begins with the sixth Sunday in Lent. The triumphal entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem marks the beginning of the end for our precious Savior. Palm Sunday is the day that Jesus Christ was proclaimed as the messianic king by the people. He had their support. He had their praise. He had their attention. Sadly, there is irony in his acceptance as the new Davidic King by the crowds who would, only five days later, cry for his execution.
Fulfilling the prophecy of Zechariah 9:9, Jesus rode into the city on a barebacked donkey. As long as He acted the part of royalty, the people were content with His role as king. The moment that Christ began to act in humbleness, the people were calling for His sacrifice. I can’t help but wonder: Is a King only a King if he acts like one?
How often do we crucify the King for acting like the servant?