The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them. They brought the donkey and the colt and put on them their cloaks, and he sat on them. Most of the crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. And the crowds that went before him and that followed him were shouting, "Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!" And when he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred up, saying, "Who is this?" And the crowds said, "This is the prophet Jesus, from Nazareth of Galilee." - Matthew21 verse 6-11.


I am gripped by this. Utterly captivated by it. Just imagine for a moment, the kingdom Jesus left in order that he might come down here. To be born so that one day he would be sacrificed for us. A throne room in a perfect kingdom. Heavenly realms for a dusty main road in Jerusalem. 

I daydream regularly about the scenes described on Matthew 21. Humility and honour all wrapped up in a few moments. 

I get lost amongst the crowds and the palm leaves. Clamouring for a glimpse too.