For any person in the world, this moment in Jesus' life would be the pinnacle of their life, dreams, and ambitions. The unmitigated adulation of the fans, the snubbing of the critics, the accolades of the crowds, the pomp, the celebration, the march to capitol hill - this scene has it all. Jesus had the backing of the crowds on the way to the biggest feast of the year for the nation of Israel. Jerusalem was never so a buzz.
Yet, Jesus is not remembered for the triumphal entry. In fact, he seemingly fell from popularity more quickly then any celebrity ever has. A week later, the crowds would turn on him demanding his death. He would be mocked, whipped, stripped, and nailed to cross. He would be remembered for all history by that symbol not the climatic entrance into Jerusalem.
For it is when the lights go out and the cameras stop clicking that our true self is revealed. It is in the agonizing moments in the garden the night before his death that Jesus struggles to accept his coming death. Yet, we know what drove him to it. His love for a city and the people of the world it represented.
"And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, "Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace!" (Luke 19:41-42)
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