It was only five days before the crucifixion. This day Jesus was the people's idol. Was He Himself deceived by this popular outpouring and acclaim? Did He suppose that at last, after their rejection of Him for so long—that they were now going to accept Him as their Messiah? No! He knew it was only the outburst of a day. He knew this was but the first stage of His last journey to the Cross. As He heard the cries of the throng, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" there was an undertone ringing in His ear, and the words of the undertone were, "Ride on, ride on in majesty—in lowly pomp ride on to die!"
There must have been a deep spiritual meaning in the triumphal entry, since Jesus Himself planned it. It was a declaration of His Messiahship. The prophet had foretold that the Messiah should come in this very way. "Behold, your King comes unto you—He is just, and having salvation; lowly, riding upon an donkey." In thus claiming that He was the person to whom the prophet referred, and in thus bringing about the fulfillment in Himself, Jesus clearly proclaimed to the rulers—that He was the Messiah.
There was also in the manner of this triumphal entry, an announcement of the character of His kingdom. If it had been an earthly royalty that He was proclaiming, He would have come riding in a war chariot. The donkey suggested lowliness and peace. He was the king of love—not of strife. He came to fill the world with blessing—not with carnage.
As we look at the people in their enthusiasm, and hear their rejoicings, we cannot forget that in five days the Passover throngs cried "Crucify Him!" and we learn how fickle worldly enthusiasm is. A picture by Tintoretto gives the scene of the Crucifixion, after all was over. It is evening. The multitude has dispersed. The crown of thorns is lying near by. Then in the background an donkey is nibbling at some withered palm leaves. That tells the story of the transitoriness of the world's honor.
The Palm Sunday pageant was but a day's spectacle. Jesus went to a Cross—and not to an earthly throne. But in its deeper meaning, His entry into Jerusalem, was a triumph indeed. The Cross was the way to His true glory. Now He is our King—and we are with Him in His triumph.
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J.R. Miller (1840 - 1912)
Prolific author and pastor of Presbyterian churches in Pennsylvania and Illinois, Rev. James Russell Miller served the USCC as a field agent in the Army of the Potomac and Army of the Cumberland.J.R. Miller began contributing articles to religious papers while at Allegheny Seminary. This continued while he was at the First United, Bethany, and New Broadway churches. In 1875, Miller took over from Henry C. McCook, D.D. when the latter discontinued his weekly articles in The Presbyterian, which was published in Philadelphia. J.R. Miller D.D.'s lasting fame is through his over 50 books. Many are still in publication.
James Russell Miller (March 20, 1840 - July 2, 1912) was a popular Christian author, Editorial Superintendent of the Presbyterian Board of Publication, and pastor of several churches in Pennsylvania and Illinois.
In 1857, James entered Beaver Academy and in 1862 he progressed to Westminster College, Pennsylvania, which he graduated in June, 1862. Then in the autumn of that year he entered the theological seminary of the United Presbyterian Church at Allegheny, Pennsylvania. Mr. Miller resumed his interrupted studies at the Allegheny Theological Seminary in the fall of 1865 and completed them in the spring of 1867. That summer he accepted a call from the First United Presbyterian Church of New Wilmington, Pennsylvania. He was ordained and installed on September 11, 1867.
J.R. Miller began contributing articles to religious papers while at Allegheny Seminary. This continued while he was at the First United, Bethany, and New Broadway churches. In 1875, Miller took over from Henry C. McCook, D.D. when the latter discontinued his weekly articles in The Presbyterian, which was published in Philadelphia.
Five years later, in 1880, Dr. Miller became assistant to the Editorial Secretary at the The Presbyterian Board of Publication, also in Philadelphia.