Summary: on why Jesus deserves our praises as they did on Palm Sunday - for his person and his office
April 8, 2001 Luke 19:28-40
After Jesus had said this, he went on ahead, going up to Jerusalem. 29 As he approached Bethphage and Bethany at the hill called the Mount of Olives, he sent two of his disciples, saying to them, 30 “Go to the village ahead of you, and as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. 31 If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you untying it?’ tell him, ‘The Lord needs it.’” 32 Those who were sent ahead went and found it just as he had told them. 33 As they were untying the colt, its owners asked them, “Why are you untying the colt?” 34 They replied, “The Lord needs it.” 35 They brought it to Jesus, threw their cloaks on the colt and put Jesus on it. 36 As he went along, people spread their cloaks on the road. 37 When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: 38 “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” 39 Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!” 40 “I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
Several years ago I attended a Garth Brooks concert with my wife in Manhattan at the “Country Stampede.” I felt kind of out of place in the whole scenario. I wasn’t wearing cowboy boots. I don’t own a ten gallon hat or chaps, and I don’t know how to ride a horse. But that’s not why I felt out of place. As I scanned the crowd that evening, I could see all of these people rising to the tops of their seats, singing along note by note - and something just didn’t seem right. It just didn’t feel right to praise this guy like the greatest thing since sliced bread. Although I like his music, I just couldn’t justify paying thirty to fifty dollars to just to listen to his music. (We had gotten free tickets.)
Think about it - for all the hubbub, how much do singers and stars really do for the audience? A few hours of ear blasting music might get the blood pumping, and give you something to talk about and fondly remember for a month or two—but soon it’s a faded memory and a faded and worn out T-shirt, which needs be replaced by another concert. To each his own, but to me - it just didn’t seem worth it.
Jesus did not smash guitars, crank out tunes, do any solos or arias or unplugged performances. His manger was never shown on MTV’s “cribs.” He never got a music award. Yet, His entrance to Jerusalem shows that He had those who praised Him. Like the fickle fans of music today, you love the guy one week, and hate him the next. Today, on Palm Sunday, the disciples called out “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.” They threw their garments before Him and honored Him. Jesus deserved all the praise He received, and more.
Jesus deserves our praise, as well. If we will not give it, the stones must cry out. Let’s take a look this morning at why Jesus deserves our praise, now and forever. We all have a good idea why—but let’s take a look at what this Palm Sunday Gospel tells us: