After Mark 11:1-11
He rode into the city,
accompanied by the praises,
the songs, the hallelujahs,
the palms cast before him.
He rode knowing he was
riding to what has been
ordained, that the praises
would turn to cruses and
taunts, the palms would turn
into thorns, the songs
to chants for death.
He knew, and still
he rode.
It’s easy to shout
hosannas and amens until
the realization that
to be called
by this king was, and is,
to be called to come
and die.
“When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.” – Dietrick Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship.
Photograph by Tim Mossholder via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Gethsemane – poem by Mary Oliver at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
The Quiet Revival Breaks Spiritual Stillness in the United Kingdom – John Stevens at The Gospel Coalition.
The Precious Blood – Chris Martin at FYI.
Transplanted – Seth Lewis.
Lent with Van Gogh, Part 7 – Megan Willome,
Holy Week – A Poem Trilogy – Jody Lee Collins at Poetry & Made Things.
