On the day that Jesus rode
Zechariah’s vision into Jerusalem the daughters of Zion shouted “Hosanna!” and for
a moment the prisoners of Roman rule and Pharisaical piety were released and
returned to the stronghold of hope. A week later the triumphant and victorious king
was humbled by the cross and the only blood of the covenant to be seen was his.
But then kings riding on donkeys are consistently cut down by chariots drawn by
war horses and humility is not the chief characteristic of one who commands
nations to “study war no more”. What the dominions and the daughters could not
imagine was that war horses and battle bows and the bars of the waterless pit
could not contain this king who breaking free from the grip of death became for
us the stronghold of hope to which we return again and again. If you trust in
power you will be disappointed. If you trust in wealth you will be corrupted.
If you trust in self you will be deceived. To be a prisoner of hope is to held
captive to a vision of a king who is more humble than we are.