‘The crowd is growing by the moment,’ Peter said. ‘The people are ready to honor you as their King,’ Peter continued. ‘There is dancing, singing… tambourines playing,’ Peter observed. ‘The mood is festive… celebratory…there is no doubt you are coming into your Kingdom as God has planned,’ Peter mused with joy. ‘After tomorrow, there will be no doubt…the pains of the Garden will be forgotten…finally, the Messiah was being recognized for who he was,’ Peter thought.

‘Remember what I told you a few hours ago,’ Mr. Smooth said with a grin. ‘You and I know the truth of what is coming…we are clear-eyed…the suffering has not yet begun,’ Mr. Smooth observed. ‘People are fickle…they go where the excitement is…they will follow the best speaker…showman…they crave the Con,’ Mr. Smooth noted. ‘Tomorrow you will ride a donkey into the City…you should be carried on Pharaoh’s Chair,’ Mr. Smooth said. ‘One day chicken…next day feathers,’ Mr. Smooth laughed. ‘The Parade will be grand tomorrow…but then,’ Mr. Smooth trailed off.

‘He is a good boy,’ Mary said. ‘He was a little Scamp…he loved to tease his Mommie,’ Mary laughed. ‘Even as a young boy, his stories captivated those who listened,’ Mary noted. ‘The girls liked him too… natural charmer,’ Mary smiled. ‘I often told him that he had a mission from God…he laughed and cut another board for his Dad in the Shop,’ Mary remembered. ‘He was in demand at all of the parties…he was a powerful presence of friendship to all he met,’ Mary laughed. ‘His favorite words to me were for me not to worry…everything was going to be alright,’ Mary recalled.

‘He is a tender leader…a tender person…always thinking of others before himself,’ Mary M said. ‘He brought me soup when I was sick,’ Mary M remembered. ‘He supports women…he supports our voices…he believes in our ministry from God,’ Mary M continued. ‘I wrote…I speak…I minister… because he believes in me,’ Mary M noted. ‘The people throng him with love…he returns his adoration for them…he loves them…he knows what is next,’ Mary M said. ‘He worries about the boy who has no shoes… the cold girl… the hungry old man…he touches the leper with love,’ Mary M explained. ‘His eyes are always sad…they see the world and beyond…the rich and powerful love him for expediency…the poor and forgotten for their lives,’ Mary M proclaimed in her heart.

‘Come, Master…your people await…they have Palms for your path…you are their King,’ the Beggar said.