As I was thinking about, Palm Sunday, I couldn't help but stop and think about all that happened in such a short time.  First Jesus sent two of his disciples to a place not too far from where He had stopped.  While waiting on the Mount of Olives, he said to them, "..Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her.  Untie them and bring them to me.  If anyone says anything to you, say that the Lord needs them,.." (Matthew 21:2-3 NIV)

"The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them.  They brought the donkey and the colt and place their cloaks on them for Jesus to sit on.  A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.  The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted, 'Hosanna to the Son of David!'  'Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!'  Hosanna in the highest heaven!'  When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, 'Who is this?'  The crowds answered, 'This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.'  Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there.  He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves.  'It is written,' he said to them, 'My house will be called a house of prayer, but you are making it 'a den of robbers.'

The blind and the lame came to him at the temple and he healed them.  But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, 'Hosanna to the Son of David,' they were indignant.  'Do you hear what these children are saying?' they asked him.  'Yes,' replied Jesus, 'have you never read, 'from the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise?' (Matthew 21:6-16 NIV)

Luke also shared the story of Jesus coming into Jerusalem as King.  The passage is found in Luke 19:28-42.  There were two passages that really stood out to me.  One says, "Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, 'Teacher, rebuke your disciples!'  'I tell you,' he replied, 'if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.'" (Luke 19:39-40 NIV)

If a stone ( a rock) could talk, I wonder what it would say.  When I was a kid, every year at camp, I knew that I would be given a rock and paint and I, along with the rest of the campers, would paint our rocks.  For the longest time, I kept them and had quite a collection.  There was one that stood out in my memory.  I painted a face on my rock and I gave it a smiley face where the mouth was open as if it had something to say.  I remember pretending to make it talk and the kids around me got a kick out of my conversation with my new friend call "Hard Head".

But what if a rock could talk.  What would it say to you and to me?  I don't know, but I would imagine that it would say these words..."I have been here a long time.  I have been through many storms.  The rains have come and some times the waters have picked me up and moved me against my will.  I have felt the scorching heat when the weather would become so hot that I felt blistered. I would become so thirsty because the rains had ceased. And as I laid on that sweltering ground, I wondered how long it would be before the next shower and that next rainbow  I wondered when the next unexpected storm would cause the winds to blow and the waters to rise once again to the point that I would find myself in that helpless state of being transported to my new home where I would have to learn to adapt once again.  I have been doing that for years.  And one thing that hasn't changed is the one who made me.  Over and over and over again, He was there to see that I found a new norm, gave me the ability to adjust, and a peace that said where I was, was where He needed me to be.  So I just want to praise Him, because He is worthy to be praised."

He IS worthy to be praised for sure.  The other verse that stood out to me in Luke's writings of Jesus's entrance said, "As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, 'If you, even, you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace - but now it is hidden from your eyes.'"

(Luke 19:41-42NIV)

I can't help but believe in my heart that Jesus has wept many times for us even this week.  He has wept with those families who lost their love ones.  He has wept with those who woke up with fear and anxiety.  He has wept with those who got that e-mail or stood in that meeting where their boss told them they were now unemployed.  Why would Jesus weep?  Because He loves us so much.  You see, the city was so preoccupied with preparations of the Festival, that they were unaware of the days that lied ahead.  Jesus was weeping for his people then and He weeps for us now because He knows that many things are still hidden from us.  He knows our future and he weeps because so many will face that future struggling to figure out a way to take control of what appears to be a hopeless situation.  But just like the little rock that cried out with praise, I am sure that God will not fail His children.  His promises are true.  He will supply all of our needs.  Why?  Because He is still control.  Let's don't give the rocks a chance to talk.  Let's lift out voices of praise to the Lord today.  Our family used to sing this beautiful song that said, "In everything, give Him thanks, give Him thanks.  In everything, give Him thanks, give Him thanks.  In the good times, PRAISE HIS NAME.  In the bad times, do the same.  In everything give the King of Kings all the thanks." (written by Lanny Wolfe 1977).

"Father, we give You thanks and praise Your name for who You are and all that You have done.  We do not know what tomorrow holds but we know You hold our tomorrows in Your hands.  Thank you for being with us in each step that we take through this life and the Coronavirus Pandemic.  Praise Your name for Your love, for Calvary, and for the resurrection.  Our hope is build on You, our solid rock and strong foundation. We love You so much!  Thank you for being YOU!"
  

If A Rock Could Talk