“Fear not, daughter of Zion; behold, your King is coming, seated on a donkey’s colt.”16 These things His disciples did not understand at the first; but when Jesus was glorified, then they remembered that these things were written of Him, and that they had done these things to Him."
When I picture this "triumphal entry", I see it in stark contrast to the desperate human conditions surrounding it. He rides into a Jerusalem under foreign domination, inhabited by a chosen people who have wandered away and have distorted the message of its prophets. Perhaps the one thing they did not lose is hope in God. (Whom they did not, could not understand.)
Now, here is what I keep noticing. I see a confident Jesus delivering, primarily, a message of love and hope. He is rejected and yet He says to them "Fear not..... your King is coming".
For whom are you coming, Lord? Of course, it must be the faithful, the true, the obedient, the souls longing for your appearance. Fear not good people, fear not brave souls, fear not strong soldiers of the truth, your King is coming!
Well, you and I know this is not the case.
Through sin, humanity has fallen like leaves on a cold Autumn day. We don't hang on. We can't hang on. We need someone greater than the condition and greater than the consequence of our fallen nature.
Salvation, as I consider it at the moment, is having Someone great enough to say "fear not". Someone strong and loving enough to take an angry child and pull it to His breast, take its blows and hold it tight as it spits with anger over the pain and absurdity of human experience.