Horse

Save us! Save us!

The people cried over and over again as the parade moved through town.

Save us! Save us!

There had been parades before, but this one was different. Sometimes they were meet with gladness, like this one. People cheering and dancing. But there were other times, more recent times when a parade meant something worse. Oppression and destruction were often on the heels of parades. For too often the people of the land were enslaved to foreign masters. As they marched through the streets, with their horses and banners held high, there was no cheering or dancing. The people came out to see, to plot, to dwell on the idea of revenge.

Save us! Save us!

This parade was so different. The oppressors were still in control. The foreign masters had not be removed, in fact their presence was felt more and more each day. This was not a political parade. It was not a rebellion driven parade. It was something else.

Save us! Save us!

The conquering heroes always rode their horses with such pride. The animals’ nose up high, showing us that even their animals were than we were. When the rebel leaders tried to gather more troops, when they tried to excite the people to their cause. But not this man. This man acted differently. It was not a horse. It was not a political parade. This was different. There was something else going on beneath it all.

Save us! Save us!

There were people in the crowd that did not pick up on the uniqueness of this parade. Different government officials were hiding in the background, doing their best to be unseen while still seeing everything. They did this habitually, every time there was a parade. They deemed it necessary to see how to work with the incoming regime. Or influence it for their good.

Save us! Save us!

But this man seemed to have no interest in the government officials. No interest in what was going on in the city itself. There was this otherworldliness about him. Even as he sat, as he moved through the city, he seems oddly disconnected from the current ongoings. And yet he seemed to be so grounded, so aware without it showing. If there was an evil master mind in the nation, it could be him. But nothing about him was evil.

This was not a normal parade. Something was different. As the crowd continued to chant and cheer, I wondered what would become of this man.

When they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks over it, he sat on it. Many people spread their cloaks on the road, while others spread branches they had cut in the fields. Those who went ahead and those who followed shouted,“Hosanna!”“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David!”“Hosanna in the highest heaven!” Jesus entered Jerusalem and went into the temple courts. – Mark 11.7-11a

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One thought on “A Strange Parade

  1. A very subtle but moving story. Fictionalized “Bible telling” is a favorite of mine, especially when it’s told from the perspective of the surrounding culture/people of that time.

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