“He entered Jerusalem and went into the temple area. He looked around at everything and, since it was already late, went out to Bethany with the Twelve.” – Mark 11:11
It has been quite the day, almost festive, as Jesus rides into Jerusalem on a donkey while bystanders throw palm branches and their cloaks down before him, shouting, “Blessed is he who comes!” It is a victory march, not unlike that of Simon Maccabaeus’ entrance into Jerusalem a hundred and fifty years before when the enemy of his time was defeated (1 Maccabees 13:51); a conquerer’s welcome. The people went home that night, most likely talking about Jesus the Messiah (for that is what they were shouting – “He who comes” is another name for Messiah).
Yet, as the day fades to dusk, we catch Jesus in the temple area. The buzz of the day has subsided, and we reach him in the quiet moment that precedes the coming storm. What was going through Jesus’ mind? The many times before he had walked on those stones. Maybe recalling the pivotal moment when he was twelve, sitting with the temple priests, engaged in conversation with them. He knew full well the path before him. Before he entered into the final battle, he sought the presence of God. It was here, because he faced God daily that he had the strength and courage to face men.
When we are caught in the struggles of our day, from where do we find our strength? Let it not be from our titles and achievements, nor from other men’s praise, but, like Jesus, let our strength come from placing ourselves before God, letting Him nourish and lead us.
May God Bless you.