What's clear from all four Gospel narratives is that Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, the Sunday before His crucifixion. Those gathered waved palm branches, paved the road with their cloaks, and cried out multiple Messianic declarations of scriptural praise and adoration. Sadly, in a few short days, many of these same people shouting their hosannas, would turn their chants to, "Crucify Him!" But despite their abject ignorance, their hosannas were not misplaced. Since man's fall in the Garden and his eviction due to sin, this world was given over to the prince of the power of the air, the father of lies, that great deceiver and accuser of the brethren. We were brutally enslaved. Rebellion was our lot. We were on a death march towards eternal damnation. But then Jesus came. And on this particular Sunday He rode victoriously into Zion as He prepared to secure the victory of all victories! That would take place on Friday. That would take place on a cross. That would take place with unimaginable love. Three days after that cross, Jesus would make His second triumphal entry into Jerusalem when He stepped out of His temporary tomb. As a result, we the redeemed and adopted ones will be waving palm branches forever! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!