That’s Not How This Works…

Happy Holy Week, KP Family!! Spring is upon us. And with that, the upwardly mobile, the downwardly trodden and the stationarily stuck are all in stores, purchasing the latest available fashions to make their annual trek to church, two Sundays in a row.

Yeah, I know. That sounds a bit sarcastic of me. Call it the last and dying cry of a heart in search of it’s better self. Let that kinda explain where I’ve been the last three and a half months. (Well, I DID say, ‘kinda.’)

I find it ironic that I would spend, even an ounce of sarcasm on the same level of behavior that I have been struggling to be free from since we last spoke. But, it is that struggle that brings me right back to Palm Sunday.

This complicated, poetically tragic, monumentally victorious week begins with a bit of a misnomer. A fleet of people crying out, “Hosanna,” to a man who rode triumphantly into his own, personal, “Hell Week.”

Think about it all. Thirty years of preparation, three years of ministry and one week of destiny all kicked off with a crowd of people hailing His entrance with a series of rousing screams of, “Hosanna!”

People look at the “Palm Sunday” crowd as if they were celebrating the Messiah. But they weren’t. It was not a celebration. It was the ambivalent cry of people who might have believed.

The thing about people who only have a peripheral understanding of the word, hosanna, is, what they think they know is strictly trend based. But, that’s not how this works. Many people believe that to cry hosanna is to praise the Lord, when it is, in fact, a cry for help!

The definition of the word, Hosanna, is, “help; save, I pray.”

These were a people that heard the rumor that Jesus might be the Messiah. They wanted to believe, but the expectation did not exactly match the experience. They saw the miracles, here and there, but there was not enough for the majority of them to believe that Jesus was big enough to save the world and overthrow the Roman empire.

So many come and call Jesus out, in times of adoration to say, “Hosanna!”
But, if they only understood what it is they are actually praying, they might say, “Hosanna,” more often.

Hosanna, is a cry of desperation, not of acclamation. Whether of our own making or having been the victim of someone else’s bad decision, “Hosanna,” is a cry of repentance; an acknowledgment of the mess we have found ourselves in. It is the concession that our present situation is so far beyond our ability to deliver or save ourselves. Some would say it is the first step to recovery.

Cried once, “Hosanna,” is the shameless request for a miracle. If we are not careful, we will only cry this word out in times of crisis and confusion. And, in our departure, having received, we will forget, “It is HE that has made us, and not we ourselves.” We will walk away, so satisfied that the crisis is over, we will forget that the same self-consumed, instantly gratified, over-indulgent flesh that put us in the place to need that miracle, will put us right back in the place to cry, “Hosanna,” again.

BUT, when, “Hosanna,” is whispered, consistently, constantly, as the exhale of every inhale, it becomes a prayer of understanding that we are but dust; that only the inspiration of Creator to creation can make us more and more the masterpiece, and less and less the mess. It is our humble, quiet, earnest, heart-sought, “Hosanna,” that God desires to hear more than anything.

Hosanna, oh, God, from our selfish ways.
Hosanna, Lord in our day to day.
Hosanna, dear Father, from our childish nature.
Hosanna, from seeking fame, fortune or stature.

Hosanna, from the weaknesses of our flesh.
Hosanna, from other people’s mess!
Hosanna, from thoughts and words that snare.
Hosanna, from every un-cast care.

Hosanna, to walk in newness of life.
Hosanna, to stand in Your glorious light!
Hosanna, to show someone else Your way.
Hosanna, Lord, in our day to day.

There are so many other words to use for praise, to adore God. They are all available, every day.

But, to speak, “Hosanna,” from the heart, is the answer to God’s very own heart cry to us all: “Seek Me, while I may be found.”

This Holy Week…the week of our Savior’s Holy Hell…remember why He came to die. Don’t be afraid to cry out to the one who suffered, died and rose to honor that simple request.

Let your cry of, Hosanna, be felt by the heart of God this week…this day…and every day, from here on out.

Be blessed, Kaleidoscope Family! As we move forward together, you’ll be hearing from me more often.


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