Brothers and sisters,
Pay attention – heed my words
Our story comes – through rhyming blurbs.
It all started with an ironic parade
With colt and cloak and shouts of praise
A worship band and with hands raised
Here comes the king
Let’s sing his praise
He blessed comes – to rule and reign
And we will win and glory gain (pause)
And all our foes will be subdued
Our national shame will be removed
These Roman invaders – crushed and killed.
We’ll sing and dance, a Patriot’s thrill
For it’s either us or them – us or them – us – NOT them. (pause)
But now here comes a troubled few.
Who worry rightly of this political brew
Shut them up – these leaders say
For you are not king as your disciples pray
Shut them up – for the Romans may hear.
Shut them up – a riot we fear.
Shut them up – this heretical cheer.
For politics doesn’t belong
And you are not our king. (pause)
And then he stops – this would-be king
And he finally speaks: “If they didn’t sing –creation would croon, the rocks would ring – for I am.” (pause)
And he rode on, this donkey king
And came upon the city in Spring
With peasants working, markets churning, children playing, women praying, soldiers marching, new life starting, elderly dying, people striving, people stirring, people – so many people - trying
And then . . .
And then it says in verse 41 . . .
Brothers and sisters, Jesus wept.
He bawled. He cried his bitter tears. He sobbed and coughed, face smeared, eyes red . . .
We worship. He weeps.
Some want a king to conquer foes. He weeps.
Some want no part, fine with the status quo. He weeps.
And here I want to pause, to ponder,
to wonder in silence, to let our minds wander.
Take a moment – which person are you? (pause 15 seconds)
We worship. He weeps.
And whispers gently – “You do not know the way of peace.”
You do not know though you have heard
You do not see you think it absurd
That the king is here
And love is law
Forgiveness policy
Nonviolence the operation of shock and awe
And the platform that God is not against you, not against them, not mad at you, nor partisan for them
So which one are you?
Which problem do you have?
Do you want a kingdom without a cross? (pause)
Are you like the crowd? You want to win, to vanquish foes, to bless only kin, to drop the bomb, to wield the woes, to chant the slogans, and deal the blows –rejecting suffering, without love for enemies. You refuse - to be shattered.
Or do you want a cross without a kingdom? (pause)
Are you like the pharisees? You want a religion nice and tidy, with rules and order from the Almighty, redemption for yourself but without pity for those who languish in the city – without justice or public contention. You refuse - to shatter things.
Brothers and sisters, of every color, this Palm Sunday,
Reflect on this
Jesus declared himself to be king of this world.
And not some petty tyrant to tyrannize with law or hate and without grace
He came to establish God’s kingdom of peace, allowing himself to be shattered and battered, worn and torn. He is the shattered king.
So that finally God might be understood: God is love – willing to suffer what he should - and cry.
Let us not act as if his story is private - for it’s about cities, factories, mentalities, everything – do you see?
Let us awaken to the reality - that this week brings.
We worship. He weeps.
He is the shattered king.
Palm Sunday is not a comfortable celebration. It’s a both/and-story of pain and praise.
Because on this day, Jesus does not quietly drift into Jerusalem unnoticed—he stages a prophetic moment. He deliberately acts out the hopes of Zechariah: a king arriving on a donkey. The crowds shout their praise. He does not silence them.
But then—he weeps. That is the tension we must not resolve too quickly.
Palm Sunday forces a question that cannot be avoided: What kind of king are we actually welcoming?
Because the crowds were not wrong to celebrate—but they were profoundly wrong about how Jesus would reign. They wanted victory without vulnerability, power without sacrifice, a kingdom that looked like every other kingdom—just with God on their side.
And Jesus rides straight into that expectation… and weeps.
He weeps because they cannot see that the way of peace is often the way of suffering. He weeps because they are about to reject the very kingdom they are praising. He weeps because their vision of salvation is too small, too violent, too self-protective.
And if we’re honest, ours often is too.
Palm Sunday is not just about what they misunderstood. It exposes what we still resist.
We still want a kingdom without a cross.
We want Jesus to fix things quickly, decisively, and preferably in ways that confirm our side is right. We are drawn to versions of faith that promise control, influence, and visible success. We baptize our agendas and call it the kingdom of God. But the king on the donkey refuses to be weaponized. Jesus’ authority does not crush enemies—it absorbs violence and transforms it through forgiveness and love.
But there is another temptation, just as dangerous.
We also want a cross without a kingdom.
We reduce faith to something private, internal, and manageable. We speak of forgiveness but avoid justice. We celebrate grace but resist disruption. We want a Jesus who comforts us but never confronts us - the systems, assumptions, and loyalties that harm our world. We admire his suffering but hesitate to follow him into it.
Palm Sunday challenges both distortions: a kingdom without a cross and a cross without a kingdom.
Because the king who enters Jerusalem is both confrontational and cruciform. He challenges the powers and chooses suffering on our behalf. He declares a kingdom and embodies a sacrifice for us and our salvation.
This is why we return to this story every year—not merely for the sake of tradition, but because we so easily forget.
We forget that the clearest picture of God is not found in domination, but in self-giving love. We forget that divine power is revealed not in coercion, but in nail-pierced mercy. We forget that when Scripture says “God is love,” it is not offering romantic feelings—it’s describing a reality that looks like a man riding toward his death, fully aware, and unwilling to turn back.
Palm Sunday reminds us that the kingdom of God is not established by making others suffer, but by entering into suffering for others.
And that means this is not just a story to believe—it is a way to follow.
· to lay down not just palm branches, but our assumptions about power.
· to release not just praise, but control.
· to move beyond worship that celebrates, into a life that also participates.
Because the question Palm Sunday asks is not simply, “Do you praise this king?”
It
is: Will you follow him where you may not wish to go?
Will you trust his way of peace when it costs you?
Will you love when it would be easier to win?
Will YOU worship AND weep. And follow the shattered king. Amen.

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