The trouble is, that this week as I study the passages in the gospels(Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:29-44 and John 12:12-19) I keep thinking about how I would feel if I were Jesus, riding in on a donkey being praised and treated like the King that I was. All the while knowing that those very same people were going to be the ones that in just a few short days would be my betrayers, the people calling to have me crucified, or denying any knowledge of me at all. I thought about what my reaction would be, which would probably not be terribly gracious. Yet somehow in the Garden of Gethsemane Jesus prayed (Luke 22:42) 42Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
Or how on the cross looking into the faces of the people that begged for his death and said:
(Luke 23:34)34 “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
How or why we deserve such a Savior is completely unknown to me, but as it says in Romans