There was a tangible excitement building in Jerusalem. It was six days before passover; many people had already arrived for the festival. Jerusalem was busy with noise and bodies. Crowds passed through the gates of the walled city. The Roman soldiers were anxious; there were so many people and such an atmosphere. If there was time for a rebellion, an uprising, it would be now.
There was a sudden burst of action and noise. The crowd heard that a prophet was coming. He was coming, riding on a donkey -a colt- of things! Did this mean that the king promised in the scriptures was coming?
The people went out to meet him. As they went, the snapped branches off palm leaves and tore down branches from the fields and laid them on the road. They spread out their cloaks along the dusty earth. Some took their branches and waved them. The man was coming. Yes, he was on a donkey. The rumours had been true.
The people began to shout.
"Hosanna," they cried out. "to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
The whole of Jerusalem could hear this. The people still in the city were wondering what was happening.
But, who was this man? Why had he come riding on a donkey.
"This is Jesus, the prophet."
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