Matthew 21:1-11 · The Triumphal Entry
I Love A Parade
Matthew 21:1-11, John 12:12-19
Sermon
by Robert Allen
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Several years ago, while I was pastoring the little Methodist Church in Geary, Oklahoma, a Fourth of July parade was scheduled. Well, there is nothing like a parade in a small town. The entire community gets into the activities. The high school marching band provides the music, there are a few floats, there is a riding club, and even the children are invited to participate by decorating their bicycles and riding in the parade.

Jennifer, my daughter, was five years old and had a bike with training wheels. We spent the morning wrapping streamers through the spokes of her wheels and getting it all decorated so that she could ride it in the parade. She was excited and looking forward to being a part of the activities.

My son Jeff was only three years old and he wanted to be in the parade as well. But, he had one serious problem. He didn’t have a bike - not even one with training wheels. However, he did have one of those long green inchworm toys. As he jumped up and down on its back, it would roll down the street. So, we put a couple of streamers on his inchworm, an entry number on Jeff’s back, and he was entered in the parade.

All along the parade route, people were pointing out the three-year-old on a green inchworm. They were watching him jump up and down, trying to get his inchworm to keep up with the other children. They were urging him on. They were having a good time watching him take part in the parade. When the prizes were announced, Jeff won second prize in the children’s division.

There is something about parades which attracts our attention. Whether we are watching a three year old on a green inchworm, or a marching band, we love parades. Perhaps, that is why Palm Sunday has always been a day which catches our attention.

Although Jesus had been avoiding Jerusalem because of his difficulties with the religious leaders, the week of Passover was like a giant magnet which drew him toward the city. Wherever a devout Jew might be, there is a burning ambition within his or her heart to observe the Passover in Jerusalem. Even today, when Jews celebrate the religious holiday of Passover, the say, "This year here; next year Jerusalem."

Like a giant magnet, Jesus was drawn toward the city with the other religious pilgrims. There was an explosive air of expectancy as Jesus made it known that he would be entering the city. A large crowd of people began to gather. In the crowd that day were friends of Jesus - those who followed him, those who had heard him preach, those who had seen him perform miracles, those whose lives had been touched by his.

In the crowd that day were religious pilgrims from around the world. There were people from Judea and Galilee and Egypt and Greece. There were people who had walked across the hills and through the desert so that they might come and spend Passover in the Holy City. The merchants were also in the crowd hawking their wares. They cared nothing for Jesus, except that the large crowd he drew gave them an opportunity to make a little money. The proud Pharisees and the greedy Sadducees were also in the crowd. They were the religious establishment, the hypocrites who always talked about the Lord and on whose lips were ever glib quotations from the Scriptures. They stood in the crowd with their arms folded, disapproving of Jesus and whispering about some way to run him out of town or put him to death.

Yes, the crowds were anxiously waiting as Jesus made his way to Jerusalem. Riding on the back of a donkey, he rode from Bethany along the winding road. When he came to a bend in the road, he could see the tawny walls of Jerusalem just beyond the Kidron Brook. Rising majestically above the walls of Jerusalem was the golden dome of the Temple flashing brilliantly in the morning sun.

As Jesus passed through the city gates and entered the city, a great shout went up from the people:

Hosanna in the highest. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!

As they shouted, they lined his parade route with palm branches. Visions of the prophets danced in their eyes. Messianic hopes pounded within their breasts. Jesus, riding at the head of the parade, commanded the attention of everyone in the crowd.

The significance of that parade through the streets of Jerusalem is seen in the fact that after 2,000 years, we are still remembering it. The shouts have died down, the palm branches have long since withered, the crowds have dispersed and gone their separate ways. But, even today we remember that parade which took Jesus through the streets of Jerusalem.

What was there about that parade that is worth remembering today?

I. The parade into Jerusalem was an act of boldness.

Seldom in the history of the world has there been such a display of boldness as Jesus’ parade through the streets of Jerusalem. Sometimes we forget that Jesus was an outlaw to the religious authorities of his day. They had already tried to stone him once before.

Common sense should have warned Jesus to stay away from Jerusalem - to stay in Galilee or in the desert. If he absolutely felt that he must go to Jerusalem for the Passover, caution demanded that he enter the city secretly. But Jesus entered the city in such a way that every eye focused upon him. The parade through the Holy City was an act of courage. The parade through the Holy City was a bold claim to be God’s Anointed One. The parade through the city was a daring risk to live with a commitment to his faith.

Just as Jesus boldly dared to risk living his faith, we are challenged to risk everything for him. But, somewhere, down through the centuries, we have lost the boldness. In fact, we are often uncomfortable around those who dare to boldly live their faith.

A couple of years ago, I clipped a letter from the Dear Abby column of the paper. The letter was written by a Congregational minister in the Northeast. He began his letter by saying:

One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister. A member of a church undergoing this process lost patience. He had watched the Pastoral Relations Committee reject applicant after applicant for some fault, alleged or otherwise. So, one day he stood up and read a letter from a new applicant.

"Gentlemen," this letter began, "I understand your pulpit is vacant and I would like to apply for the position. I have many qualifications. I have been a preacher with some success and I also have some success as a writer. Some say I am a good organizer. I’ve been a leader most places I’ve been. I’m over fifty years of age. I’ve never preached in one place for more than three years. In some places, I have left town after my work caused riots. I have been in jail on three or four occasions, but not because of any real wrongdoing. My health is not good, though I still get a great deal done. The churches I’ve preached in have been small, and I’m not too good at keeping records. I have been known to forget whom I have baptized. However, if you can use me, I shall do my best for you."

The members of the committee were shocked. Call an unhealthy, troublemaking, absent-minded ex-jailbird as their pastor? That was the most ridiculous thing they had ever heard of and they asked, "Who is the applicant? What is his name?"

The man reading the letter simply smiled and said, "It’s signed Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ."

One of the things that has happened to the church in our day is that Christians have lost their boldness. So often our relationship to God is a casual thing, yet he calls us to be boldly committed to him. He calls us to have the courage to stand up for Christ. He calls us to dare to live our faith.

George Gallup, in his book, Religion In America, says that most American Christians never find themselves in moral dilemmas. Not because there are no longer any moral decisions to make, but because we have so watered-down morality that it no longer has any claims upon our lives.

Perhaps, he is right, but our faith still demands boldness. No matter how watered-down we have allowed our faith to get, we are still challenged to have the courage and boldness to live out our faith in Jesus Christ.

I know of a young girl who had always dreamed of attending a prestigious university and pledging a certain sorority. Finally, she reached college and was accepted as a pledge to her chosen sorority.

On her first Sunday at college, she got up and began getting dressed. Her roommate, awakened by the noise, asked what was going on so early. The young girl replied, "I’m getting ready for church."

The shocked roommate sat up in her bed. With complete sincerity she said, "Going to church! You can’t be serious! You’re a pledge and you’ll be black-balled!"

While the girl continued getting dressed, her roommate told her about college students who considered religion to be an immature superstition. She told of the sorority sisters who would not want to be around her. She told of the sorority sisters who would black-ball her from the sorority. The girl was upset at the prospect of being black-balled from her chosen sorority, but she decided that her faith meant more. She went to church and eventually was black-balled from that particular sorority. But, in the process, she gained a deeper and more meaningful faith.

Do you have the courage to stand for your faith?

Do you have the inner strength and boldness to live out your faith?

II. The parade into Jerusalem was an act of humility.

A pastor was once asked to speak at a banquet for a charitable organization. After the meeting, the program chairman handed the pastor a check. "Oh, I don’t want this," the pastor said. "I appreciate the honor of being asked to speak. Keep the check and apply it to something special."

The program chairman asked, "Well, do you mind if we put it in our special fund?"

"Of course not," the pastor replied. "What is the special fund for?"

The chairman answered, "It’s so we can get a better speaker for next year."

Life is full of humbling experiences. But, when we look at Jesus’ parade through the Holy City, we sense that it was an act of humility. He did not choose to ride into the city upon a stallion, but a donkey. He was not coming in the might and power of a conquering king, but as a humble servant.

Jesus was using his parade through the Holy City to teach that humility is the key to greatness. The idea of greatness is directly related to being a servant. The one issue which Jesus made abundantly clear is that he came not to be served, but to serve. If we are ever to attain the humility of Jesus, then we must realize that we, too, are called to be servants.

Recently, I read the biography of a man who was one of the most learned people of his generation. He had a Ph.D. in philosophy, he had a Ph.D. in theology, he was a world-class musician, and concert halls around the world were sold out when he went on tour. Then, to the surprise of everyone, he decided he wanted to go back to school. Not to teach as a member of the faculty, but to earn yet another doctoral degree. This third doctorate that he received was in medicine.

As soon as he had his medical degree, he left the comfortable surroundings of Western Europe and went into the jungles of Africa. There he cleared away part of the jungle and began building a clinic and a hospital. Once these were built, he started providing medical care to the young and old of Africa.

Many years later, Dr. Albert Schweitzer won the Nobel Peace Prize for his ministry of healing in the jungles of Africa. When he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, he shared with that distinguished crowd in Stockholm the reason he had built a hospital in Africa. The reason was summed up, he stated in the first words he always said to his native patients as they awakened from an operation. He would say: "The reason that you have no more pain is because the Lord Jesus told the good doctor and his wife to come to the banks of Ogooue River and help you. If you owe thanks to anyone, you owe it to the Lord Jesus."

He accepted the challenge to humbly be a servant of Jesus Christ. And this is our challenge - this is your challenge - this is my challenge! Look beyond your needs to the needs of others and you will be on the road to being a humble servant of Jesus Christ.

Someone put it so simply long ago when he said:

Find a hurt and heal it;
Find a need and fill it.

When we do this, we are on the road to being humble servants of Jesus Christ.

When you do this, you are on the road to discovering greatness as one of the followers of Jesus Christ.

CSS Publishing Co., Inc., Greatest Passages Of The Bible, The, by Robert Allen