And so it begins.  Holy Week.  The zenith of the Lord's earthly ministry; and our nadir.  Today, with Palm Sunday, we--our ancestors, but brothers in sin--hailed the arrival of the King.  A man who, we thought, would cure our earthly, political woes:

On the next day the large crowd who had come to the feast, when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, took the branches of the palm trees and went out to meet Him, and began to shout, "Hosanna! BLESSED IS HE WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, even the King of Israel."  (John 12:12-13)

Then it was Roman occupation, now it is (fill in your own woe.)  It turns out, not that He didn't care about the political situation, but rather, that He had other things on His mind:

"My kingdom is not of this world.  If My kingdom were of this world, then My servants would be fighting so that I would not be handed over to the Jews; but as it is, My kingdom is not of this realm."  Therefore Pilate said to Him, "So You are a king?" Jesus answered, "You say correctly that I am a king. For this I have been born, and for this I have come into the world, to testify to the truth.  Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice."  (John 18:36-37)

Surprise; the things of this world weren't the only things on His agenda.  Testifying to the truth was.  And it is this shift from hoping in a deliverer of this world--a king, a leader, a system, a code--to having (or getting) to hear the truth that demonstrates the failure of mankind.  My failure, our failure.  We don't want to hear the truth, we want 'our side' to win.  We'll go from hot to cold if we don't get our way, too.

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Thomas More

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