The road into Jerusalem was dusty with the throng of people waving palms. Mr. Donkey was proud and held his head high. Upon his back was Jesus…the King of the Jews. Mr. Donkey saw the love in Jesus sad eyes. When Christ petted his mane…he felt love. The people’s eyes were glowing with admiration and full of tears of joy. ‘I have a special mission today,’ Mr. Donkey told his wife and kids. ‘Jesus will ride triumphantly into Jerusalem, and I will carry him,’ Dad Donkey said. ‘Remember we went to hear him speak at the lunch of fishes and loaves,’ DD said. ‘His voice is like the sound of many rushing waters and a flock of doves,’ Dad Donkey continued. ‘He treated us specially at lunch and gave us a second portion of food,’ Dad Donkey noted. ‘Jesus laughed when you kids brayed at him and came over to speak to us…I wonder how many in the group understood that he could understand Donkey language,’ DD said. ‘Today will be exhilarating…majestic…full of hope,’ DD noted. ‘Jesus told me last night to not fear if things changed in the next few days…that God had it all under control,’ Dad Donkey said.

‘I talked with the Carpenter at length last evening…he said the cross he was to bear for his father was heavy…he wanted not to bear it…but said he must for us,’ Mary M said. ‘He spent some time in the Garden…the Con Man accompanied him…his promises were delightful…hollow… suffering was the road for him to become King…to save our family of humanity,’ Mary M whispered. ‘He told me to carry on his work if he did not return,’ Mary M continued. ‘His words were mysterious… against what we know as the common reality…words of faith beyond my understanding,’ Mary M said with tears in her eyes. ‘The Carpenter said that his words come from God…it takes faith to receive them…they are truth beyond what we see with our eyes or hear with our ears,’ Mary M said. ‘He spoke of his Mom and told me to look after her…he asked me to speak to his brothers…he said it was going to be horrible and wonderful,’ Mary M said with passion.

‘Hosanna to our King,’ the Ethiopian proclaimed! ‘Hosanna in the highest to he who has come to redeem Israel…to speak peace to the captives…to open the eyes of the blind…to raise the dead,’ the Ethiopian said. ‘He who sees neither color nor creed…He who made us all in his image…He who loves with a perfect love… all of us,’ the Ethiopian noted. ‘Tell me what I can do for you…how can I assist you…I will bear any burden,’ the Ethiopian proclaimed. ‘Let me sit at your feet when you come into your kingdom…you realize my value as a son of God…I realize your value as my King,’ the Ethiopian noted with supreme Joy!

‘He is a man like I have never met before,’ the Woman said. ‘He saved me from being stoned,’ the Woman whispered with feeling. ‘He looked at me, and his eyes pierced my soul…he knew me,’ the Woman continued. ‘He told the angry crowd that whoever had no sin…cast the first stone…they walked away as he wrote in the sand,’ the Woman said. ‘He said that he did not accuse me and to go and sin no more…when I looked into his eyes I saw the sadness of the world,’ the Woman said. ‘His voice was like none I have heard…it lodged in my heart…no one had ever seen me like this Man,’ the Woman said. ‘He wrote of the Stoners past…he wrote of the secrets of their hearts…he wrote of the unseen and the unheard,’ the Woman said. ‘In a moment, I knew the truth of the ages…life was meant to be joy…suffering was an aberration…there really was a Prince of Peace,’ the Woman said with tears flowing down her cheeks.

‘Oh Jerusalem…Jerusalem…how often would I have gathered you like a hen gathers her chickens under her wing…but you would not,’…