The very stones would cry out ...
And they brought it to Jesus, and throwing their cloaks on the colt, they set Jesus on it. And as he rode along, they spread their cloaks on the road. As he was drawing near—already on the way down the Mount of Olives—the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”
When I read this account I often think of how the crowds turned on Jesus in less than a week's time. In a few days shouts of blessings would morph into ones demanding crucifixion. I wonder what it was that caused the masses to turn? Could it be that these expected a different kind of Messiah altogether? Possibly they saw a King riding on a colt, coming in God's name, to conquer the Romans instead of one coming to save their souls?
Yet there is something amazing and wonderful in this last donkey ride into Jerusalem. Jesus knew of his fate on Friday but (as it is written earlier in Luke) "he set his face to go to Jerusalem". His entry into Jerusalem is nothing less than an amazing display of courage and determination. Our Lord would not be thwarted in his journey to the cross of our salvation. No wonder he speaks of stones crying out. How could they be silent? How can we not bow down in worship?
With all of creation I bow down in worship to the one who would not be stopped in His journey to the cross.
With the saints of all ages I join in with a loud voice saying blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!