Palm Sunday

Behold, your King comes to you - riding on a donkey.

A little reminder of where the priorities always lay. When Herod the puppet-king was wondering how to arrange his next "kitchen supper" with Caesar, and the Priests were stitching up their little deals with the money-changers. And while the Pharisees played their propaganda games with the Sadducees - a game where you could change the labels, and the positions on Resurrection, but the oppression and pride didn't change.

And a bloke came riding on a donkey. Saying that if the power you seek is this world's power, then your plans only last a lifetime - and you know how short one of those can be. But if you turn your back on it, give up your claims, give up the games, give up your life - then the things that really count will be yours forever.

And on this 1st April, it's a reminder of the foolishness the world never can know. A king rides on a donkey; the crowds sing "hosanna" to a carpenter. And the poor and despised, the tax-collectors and prostitutes, the hungry and the downtrodden storm into the Kingdom of Heaven behind a wandering prophet, while the important folk watch, and complain, and scheme.