Before the Storm

On Palm Sunday the disciples were excited. Crowds of people were shouting Jesus’ praises as he rode into Jerusalem. At last their rabbi was being recognized as the true Messiah. They had joined him in hope of just this, honor and glory to Jesus and therefore to his followers—them. Though Jesus had warned them of his impending death, their eyes were blinded and their hearing muted. No wonder Peter didn’t want Jesus to stoop to wash his feet at the Passover meal. That was the work of lowly servants, not the great Messiah. Let’s not be like those clueless disciples, looking for glory and honor when self-sacrifice and servitude are our lot.