I see my front teeth in the mirror and think about how that little Jerusalem donkey must've felt....
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I wonder if Jesus walked up to that mule's mother and told it to give up its foal to Him because He was the Son of God, and it was the privilege of any animal to let Him ride it. And the poor little colt, shivering, was approached by its mother. Be strong. This is a duty. And a privilege. No, no, no; a thousand times no! My Savior wouldn't have done it that way.
Wouldn't Jesus have smiled at the tiny squirt and even pet it a little, saying in a gentle voice, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, really.
Will you let me ride on your back a little bit? Please? That would mean so much to me. I'm sorry for springing something on you all of a sudden like this. I know it's not natural to put burdens back there, and you haven't ever done that before, not since the day you came out of your mother's womb!
If you're not sure, I'll ask around for someone else who might be able to help until you think you can, 'cuz...what, you can and you will?! You sure? Thank you!"
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The village children were amazed. Yes, it was the timid little fry that brayed all the time but turned tails and ran if you even touched its back. It looked like the one that had been bullied by the bigger ones so was too scared to come out with the others anymore. But it was letting Jesus ride it! What had Jesus done?
There were hurt people too timid to come out into normal life. Could Jesus do something for them too?
"Hosanna!" (That means "Save us!") It started out with one youth's cry. An echo sounded. Soon, the donkey heard it from a gravelly alley, from the steps winding down the middle of Jerusalem, and soon it seemed lampposts were lighting up and waving palm branches and crying, "Hosanna to the Son of David!"
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Hm; mebbe I oughta wear these teeth with pride, like a license plate proclaiming: "the King rides here."
