The Triumphant Entrance of Our Lord into Jerusalem
Although the first coming of Jesus Christ, against the expectation of the Jews, was one spent in humility, He was not to be destitute of the glory and pomp which the Jews were expecting.
On Palm Sunday, it pleased Jesus to allow the admiration that the people had for Him to burst forth. Never had a people shown so much honor to any king. They even cast their garments along the way where He passed. Vying with one another, they cut down green palms in order to cover the roads with them. Everything, even the trees, seemed to wish to bow and fall before Him.
In other royal entrances, the people are ordered to decorate the streets, and the joy, so to speak, is commanded. Here all was done through the delight of the people themselves.
Nothing distracted their attention. This King, poor and gentle, was mounted on a young donkey, a humble and quiet mount. This was not one of those spirited horses, hitched to a chariot, whose pride attracts the notice of the people. No obsequious attendants were seen, nor guards, nor images of the conquered cities, nor their spoils, nor their captive kings.
The palms which they carried before Him marked other victories. All the display of ordinary triumphs was banished. But the people could see, in the public square, the sick whom He had cured, and the dead whom He had resuscitated. The person of the King and the remembrance of His miracles needed no other recommendation for this festival.
Everything that art and flattery have invented to honor conquerors at their zenith, surrendered to the simplicity and to the truth which appeared in this One. The Saviour was led, with sacred pomp, through the streets of Jerusalem as far as the Temple Mount. He appeared there as Lord and Master, as the Son of the house, the Son of the God Who is served there.