When Jesus Wept (35 page)

which cannot be shaken but endures forever.

As the mountains surround Jerusalem,

so the Lord surrounds his people

both now and forevermore.”
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Nicodemus, out of breath from running all the way from the city, hurried up to me. “He won’t be persuaded to stay away? ”

I waved my hand toward the singing multitude. “Do you think anyone would attempt to harm him in the middle of this? Those who tried would be torn limb from limb. The crowd would turn on Caiaphas himself afterward.”

“The scepter of the wicked will not remain

over the land allotted to the righteous.”
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We sang with gusto, recognizing the power of the moment. “He has never let the people proclaim him king before,” Nicodemus murmured.

“We are being swept along on a tide that cannot be resisted,” I said. “Listen.”

“Lord,
do good to those who are good,

to those who are upright in heart.

But those who turn to crooked ways

the L
ORD
will banish with the evildoers.”
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“Have you ever heard such joyful anticipation?” I added. “I think half of Galilee is here. They are bringing their king to Jerusalem.”

“It’s more than that.” Nicodemus eyed the donkey. “It’s a prophecy fulfilled. The prophet Zechariah wrote:

“‘Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!

Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!

See, your king comes to you,

righteous and having salvation,

gentle and riding on a donkey,

on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ “
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“Do you think Jesus is deliberately acting out the prophecy?” I queried.

“No!” Nicodemus said sharply. “I think Zechariah looked across more than five hundred years and saw this very day!”

The day was warm and the road dirty. To keep the celebration from disappearing behind a veil of dust, the crowd began to strip off their cloaks. Running ahead of the procession, they lay their garments on the road in front of Jesus for him to pass over. The tramping of thousands of feet on a heap of red and
brown robes was like the winepress of all the ages, crushing out everything that had gone before.

The vintage created from this year’s pressing would be the most magnificent of all time, I thought.

Not to be outdone, others seized on the trees that had been planted by the old Butcher King. Fronds, wrenched from these palms, were also strewn in the way until the highway was thickly carpeted with green.

As the multitude swarmed up the slope of the Mount of Olives, I was reminded of the great crowd Jesus fed from five loaves and two fish. I wondered how many of today’s enthusiastic supporters were present because they expected something similar this time. It was easy to applaud one who fed you for free.

At the crest of the hill an oncoming horde of people met us. Racing excitedly out of Jerusalem was a host equally as large as the one I was in. The word that Jesus was arriving had reached the Holy City, and its citizens emerged to greet him.

“Hosanna!” they cried. “Lord, save us!” Snatching up more palm branches, the newcomers waved them in acclamation.

The two surging tides of people met, clashing together like competing ocean waves.

Nicodemus shouted over the chants, “This could be dangerous! This is the welcome a nation gives a returning hero. This is the way Rome receives a victorious general or the victor at the end of a war of succession. This is the way they usher in a new king!”

“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!

Hosanna to the Son of David!

Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!

Hosanna in the highest!”
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There! It was out in the open. It was no longer possible for Jesus to discourage the common people from proclaiming him king. This time he did not disappear. This time he did not forbid them.

Jerusalem’s population doubled every Passover with arrivals from other provinces and foreign lands. What would happen if Jews from places like Cyprus and Cyraenea, Italy, and Ephesus joined with those from tiny Nazareth and boastful Jericho? What if the Roman garrison felt threatened by the calls for independence?

What would the high priest do?

What would Governor Pilate do?

“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord,” the Galileans east of the city chanted.

“From the house of the Lord we bless you,” returned the worshipers from Jerusalem at the west.

Beside me I saw Nicodemus look up sharply, then shiver despite the warm sunshine of the morning.

“What is it?” I demanded.

He tried to wave away my inquiry, but I would not be dissuaded. “What?” I said again.

“Don’t you know the rest of this psalm? It’s the one recited when the ram or bull is being prepared for slaughter. The next verse says, “With boughs in hand, bind the sacrifice to the horns of the altar.”
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Then I also shuddered as I watched the thousands of people waving their boughs. Jesus, sitting on the donkey named Joyful, was led along the path leading toward Mount Moriah and the place of sacrifice. We were heading toward the spot where Abraham had prepared to offer up Isaac. Where David had brought the ark of the covenant to stop a plague that was decimating
Israel. Where untold thousands of sacrificial animals had spilled their blood over the last thousand years. Where almighty God had said that he would provide himself, the sacrifice.

But where would it all end?

It was a place steeped in blood yet still was not quenched. Would there ever be enough sacrifices … or one sacrifice great enough … to cause the need for sacrifice to cease?

Some of Nicodemus’s brother Pharisees arrived then, bustling with self-importance. Thrusting themselves through the assembly, they stood in front of Joyful and demanded, “Rabbi! Make them stop!”

“Rebuke your followers! Don’t let them cry, ‘Hosanna!’ to you!”

Jesus looked at them and then at me before pointing at the stones of the roadbed. “Even if they stopped,” he said, “then the very stones themselves would cry out. The rocks would prophesy.”
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The stones of Jerusalem had witnessed kings and prophets, celebration and tragedy, David and Solomon and Isaiah and Abraham and now Jesus of Nazareth. Was that a buzzing, a low humming underfoot? Were these stones of witness also crying out, “Hosanna”?

The Pharisees were shocked and their expressions showed it. In our language
stone
spelled backward is
prophesy
. Inside out, upside down, backward, or forward, there was no preventing what was happening. Jesus was proclaimed the King of the Jews that day.

He would sweep all before him! After that day even the religious leaders would see the validity of his claim. Caiaphas and the rest would have to move aside for him. Rome would bargain with him. Perhaps they would replace the foul wretch Antipas with Jesus.

“Hosanna!” I shouted. “Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David! Hosanna to the Son of David!”

The cavalcade paused at the crest of the hill, with all Jerusalem sprawled out before it. Leaving Jesus surrounded by his closest followers, the rest of the multitude spilled over the slope. Waving their cloaks and brandishing branches, they gushed like a flood toward the city gates. Soon there would be no one in the Holy City who had not heard that Jesus had arrived! The new king had been proclaimed!

But I stood nearby, my gaze fixed on Jesus’ face. As I watched, despite being surrounded by ten thousand admirers, sadness plucked at his eyes and mouth. Quietly … so quietly that only a handful of us nearest to him could catch it, we heard him say, “If you, Jerusalem, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come when your enemies will not leave one stone on another … because you did not recognize the day of God’s coming to you.”
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If only they knew
, I thought.
If only they believed! All the suffering of all the ages could have ended on that very day …
And Jesus wept.

Notes

Chapter 3

1.
Luke 3:7–8

2.
Luke 3:8

3.
John 1:19–22

4.
John 1:23–26

5.
Psalm 2:1–2, adapted from NKJV

6.
Psalm 2:3–9, adapted from KJV

7.
Psalm 2:10–12, adapted from KJV

Chapter 4

1.
John 1:29 ESV

2.
John 1:30

3.
Mark 1:11 ESV

4.
John 1:32–34

Chapter 5

1.
Psalm 132:10–12, adapted from KJV

2.
Psalm 132:13–16, adapted from KJV

3.
Psalm 133:1–2, adapted from KJV

Chapter 9

1.
Song of Songs 2:14–15

2.
Song of Songs 4:9–10, adapted.

3.
Read the story in John 2:1–10. Quote from verse 10.

4.
Psalm 104:14–15, with first phrase added by authors

5.
Psalm 80:14–15

Chapter 10

1.
Psalm 136:1, adapted; Hebrew and last line are from the actual Hebrew translation

2.
Psalm 105:1–2

3.
1 Chronicles 16:35

Chapter 11

1.
John 8:1–11, adapted

Chapter 13

1.
Matthew 21:28–31, adapted

2.
Matthew 21:32, adapted

3.
John 15:1–8, adapted

4.
Luke 14:16–24, adapted

Chapter 14

1.
John 6:25–70, adapted

Chapter 15

1.
John 8:31–59, adapted

Chapter 16

1.
John 9:1–7, adapted

2.
John 9:13–34, adapted

Chapter 18

1.
Psalm 80:3, 8–9 NKJV adapted

2.
Psalm 80:10–12, 14 NKJV adapted

3.
Psalm 80:14–15, 17–19 NKJV

4.
Joel 2:25 ESV, adapted

Chapter 22

1.
Exodus 15:1, 4 adapted from NKJV

2.
Song of Songs 6:2–3, adapted

3.
Song of Songs 6:9, adapted

Chapter 23

1.
John 5:1–9, adapted from NKJV

2.
John 5:10–13, adapted from NKJV

3.
John 5:14–15, adapted from NKJV

4.
John 5:19–29, adapted from NKJV

5.
John 5:41–47, adapted from NKJV

Chapter 24

1.
Psalm 118:15–16

2.
Matthew 6:24 ESV

3.
Psalm 118:19–21 (1984 NIV)

4.
John 10:24–30, adapted from ESV

5.
Psalm 118:26

6.
John 10:31–38, adapted from ESV

7.
Psalm 118:22–23

8.
Psalm 118:28–29

Chapter 25

1.
Exodus 15:21 adapted

Chapter 29

1.
Read the whole story in Genesis, chapters 37, 39–46.

Chapter 30

1.
For the entire story of Lazarus, read John 11:1–44.

Chapter 32

1.
For the entire story, read Matthew 20:1–16.

2.
Psalm 121:1–4

3.
Matthew 20:17–19, adapted

4.
Psalm 121:5–8

Chapter 33

1.
Read the story in John 12:1–8.

Chapter 34

1.
Matthew 21:1–3, adapted

2.
Genesis 49:10–11

3.
Psalm 125:1–2

4.
Psalm 125:3

5.
Psalm 125:4–5

6.
Zechariah 9:9, adapted

7.
Adapted from Matthew 21:9; Mark 11:9

8.
Psalm 118:27, adapted from NKJV and NIV

9.
Luke 19:39–40, adapted from NIV and ESV

10.
Luke 19:41–44, adapted

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