Sunday Prayer: Palm Sunday
Jesus, you enter Jerusalem today knowing the crowd's enthusiasm is based on misunderstanding. They're celebrating a king they invented, expecting a salvation you didn't come to provide, anticipating a kingdom you won't establish. Within days they'll realize you're not fulfilling their agenda and they'll demand your death.
I confess I do the same thing. I celebrate you when I think you're going to give me what I want - answer my prayers the way I specified, solve my problems according to my timeline, deliver me from hardships I've decided I shouldn't face. When you don't fulfill my expectations, I question your faithfulness, doubt your goodness, wonder if you really care.
Forgive my arrogant insistence that you operate according to my agenda. You're accomplishing eternal purposes while I'm demanding temporary comfort. You're providing spiritual liberation while I'm asking for earthly convenience. Teach me to trust you're giving me what I need even when it's not what I want. You rode a donkey, not a warhorse. That matters. Help me understand why.
