People are looking for love…we turn on the television and we see some semblance of it – but that’s not love at all
People are looking for meaning, we right away think “money”, we see the suits and the office towers – but that’s not meaning
We feel driven to see and experience all we can even if it means missing the truth in front of us, because deep down inside our whole being is not engaged in the truth, we’re not sure we really believe all of it? Do we really want to look like freaks?
And we miss the profound, the children, the moon, the sun, life, breathing…..need I go on? We miss it!
I found myself thinking of the crowd on Palm Sunday. They missed it! Are we any different from they were? We rally around our heroes, and for what? For ourselves, as long as there is something in it for us. So sure we know, but we mostly live on the surface of life, not deep down inside. There’s plenty of spirituality to go around, but no one really wants to know about Jesus.
They thought they were getting an earthly King, the kind that would put an end to Roman rule and really put their nation on the map! They sang their hosannahs but their tune quickly changed from adoration to accusation. Doesn’t that sound like us?
I wrote a song this morning, may it bring us all to a new revelation of how not to miss the King, not today, not tomorrow. Let us be present, with our eyes open to the spiritual truth, the layer just above the one that hypnotizes us to sleep. Let us shake off these earthly distractions and look into the eyes of our eternal Savior and King. Then we can sing Hosannah.
“Hosannah” by Cindy Palin ©March 6, 2014
Everybody wants the Ferris Wheel,
it’s all about the thrill,
Nothing much has changed since we sang – Hosannah
We wanted a King, a vindication
A conqueror strong to rule our nation
So ready to spill our enemies blood
We couldn’t see the Son of God
Everybody craves the fairy tale,
the power and the crown.
The roar of the parade, the charade – Hosannah
He gave us a King, a soul salvation
Heaven came down with invitation
and we took his life, we spilled his blood
we still cannot see the Son of God
Unless we bow, unless we woe
Then we can sing – Ho ….sannah