Hosannah, 10 x 12" water color 
and acrylic on paper
This  is the day we mark the beginning of Holy Week, a week of events that  completely changed the course of time and eternity.  I've been reading  the Gospel of Mark again these last few weeks, and am struck anew by the  person of Jesus.   He was a man like no other.... the man people saw  was at once intriguing and disturbing.  He spoke with great authority -  so much so that educated people constantly commented on it.   He knew  what he was talking about from a historical and a theological  perspective.  And he, himself, was not particularly trained in those  subjects - he was a carpenter.  That was notable.
He was  engaging.  Crowds of people were constantly following him, wanting to be  near him, listening, watching, touching .... wanting more!  The crowds  got to be so numerous that he had to go down to the lake shore to talk  to them - and then, get in a boat and talk from there!  And, when he was  with these crowds of people - he was compassionate.  Touching them,  healing them of every kind of illness.  There were people who were  possessed by evil, who also recognized who he was, and he healed them as  well.  Over and over again, he reaches out and touches the needs around  him ... not as a carnival show - (he tells them again and again not to  tell everyone what  he had done - like they'd be able to keep silent  about having a major deformity or disease completely removed!) - but  simply because they needed his touch; they needed to be released from  suffering.
He was confrontational, when confrontation was needed.   He didn't shrink away from speaking the truth at the risk of public  opinion.  Especially for the religious leaders of that day, the ones who  were supposed to know right and wrong, who had been "trained", he  confronted their in- consistencies and their stubborn hearts over and  over again.  They were caught up in traditions which gave them powerful  positions, and that was all that was important to them.  With that  attitude, they were no leaders at all... in fact, they had totally  missed the point of God's heart for the people he had created.
He  loved people - all people.  His heart was for them - for their healing  and restoration.  He spoke to them out of love, touched them with love.   But, he wasn't politically correct.  Instead he was truthful. You get  the idea, by reading through the gospels, that Jesus was a compelling  person, someone who was good to be with ... and yet, someone that was  not "safe and predictable".   He was disruptive and at the same time,  completely good and trustworthy.
On Palm Sunday (as we now know  it), Jesus was on his way back to Jerusalem.  And as he returns, he  rides into town on a donkey.  As usual, crowds of people are in  attendance - people who are welcoming the man the whole country is  talking about.  They line the roadway with their coats and palm  branches... and the excitement can be heard in every voice as they shout  their praises!  The whole city is stirred up.
But the week that  will unfold, as unbelievable as it seems, is one that Jesus knows will  end much differently.  He has predicted his death several times to his  closest followers ... and they can't seem to understand.  That doesn't  fit with the reality of what the people seem to feel about him.  But  Jesus knows.  The mission for which he came to earth ... stepping into  history - God taking the form of man - was about to unfold.   It would  be a week of high drama and terrible violence.  A clash between the  forces of Good and Evil... played out in a week's time.  The culmination  of which would change the destiny of people throughout history.
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A  word about this painting:  The border is done in watercolor and acrylic  - a freeform splattered effect in blues, greens, purples, and gold.   The palm parts are done with both watercolor and acrylic.  The  background palms - echos in a way of the larger front palm - are in  blues and muted greens.  The front palm is done with acrylic.  I was  especially intrigued by the patterns created by the crossing of leaves  behind one another.  Almost creating a grid where color showed through.   It all becomes rather abstract in places.  I wanted to depict a sense  of the palms thrown on the roadway for Jesus entry into the city.
This is a repost of Palm Sunday's posting from 2009.