It’s happened to me. Has it to you?
I can only imagine the flutter within Jerusalem’s crowd as they were stirred by Jesus’ coming.
What’s all the commotion?
Quick! Come here. Come see!
Do you see him?
Who is that?
Pssst. Psssst. Pssssst.
It was nearly twenty years ago. I knew something was missing from my own life. Putting my finger on it was a different story. I was a young twenty-something, head-first in my corporate career and in love with the man who eventually took my hand and placed a life-long promise on my finger.
But something was missing.
I passed it often, the little country church. It was a shy one, reserving its grand entrance and setting its bricks, instead, back a small jaunt from the busy highway. In its backyard ran a train track. I think I can count on one hand the number of times a train raced across its path. A familiar, well-groomed cemetery sat quietly to the side, much of it shaded by the large canopy of trees. Only the birds caused a commotion here, and that was infrequent as well. The place of worship was a southern gem, and something of that church created a stir within me.
It was Jesus. He created a stir in me at that church just as he created a stir all those years ago.
The donkey trudged along the path to Jerusalem generations ago, head bobbing up and down with each step. I can hear the slow motion of the clip and clop even now as the puffs of dust arose from the well-traveled land with the donkey’s each step. The shadow of many homes lined the streets. The crowd began to gather as they were stirred.
And that stirring?
It continues to happen today, just like it did with me in that little white church.
When Jesus enters the gates of our life, when he traverses the path into our heart, just as he did into Jerusalem, there’s a stirring.
Clip clop. Clip clop.
We know something is different. We see it in others. We want, we need, what they have.
I saw it in others at that little country church. It was Jesus. It was the King of the Jews. And that stirring caused me to come.
His stirring continues to cause people to come.
So on this Holy Week, will you dare to be stirred? Or maybe be stirred once again? Will you come and see what all the commotion is about? It’s the King of the Jews.
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