Palm Sunday always reminds me of Richard Nixon. I remember being in New York City several years ago. We were visiting for the day and walking from one point to another when suddenly we were in a plaza filled with people, police, and secret service. Why do they call them secret service, by the way? But I digress.
It turned out that Richard Nixon was in the neighborhood. The crowd was pushing and shoving and everyone wanted to get a look at Tricky Dick. I was one of those people. At that time in my life I didn't like President Nixon. But still he was a president and I wanted to spot him. I was pretty excited. I remember yelling "I think I see the top of his head". Of course, that could have been any of several hundred men on the streets of NY at that time.
It just so happened to be around Palm Sunday. I had been pondering about how people were bowing down to Jesus one week and crucifying Him the next. I couldn't understand it. Then at that moment in Manhattan, I realized what it was like to be swept up in the emotions of a crowd.
There were people who genuinely loved Jesus and there were those who hated Him and who would stop at nothing to destroy Him. But there were also the larger number of lemmings who just went with the flow and responded to whatever energy was around them.
There's no moral or scriptural lesson here. Just that Palm Sunday always reminds me of Nixon.
It turned out that Richard Nixon was in the neighborhood. The crowd was pushing and shoving and everyone wanted to get a look at Tricky Dick. I was one of those people. At that time in my life I didn't like President Nixon. But still he was a president and I wanted to spot him. I was pretty excited. I remember yelling "I think I see the top of his head". Of course, that could have been any of several hundred men on the streets of NY at that time.
It just so happened to be around Palm Sunday. I had been pondering about how people were bowing down to Jesus one week and crucifying Him the next. I couldn't understand it. Then at that moment in Manhattan, I realized what it was like to be swept up in the emotions of a crowd.
There were people who genuinely loved Jesus and there were those who hated Him and who would stop at nothing to destroy Him. But there were also the larger number of lemmings who just went with the flow and responded to whatever energy was around them.
There's no moral or scriptural lesson here. Just that Palm Sunday always reminds me of Nixon.