I'm writing this on Palm Sunday, they say Jesus road on a donkey into Jerusalem. There was a crowd of twin million people packed inside for the Passover when Jesus, the man they had heard about who was doing miracles and healing people who might be the person they and their ancestors had waited for, rode they all celebrated. People threw down their coats on the grind before Him, they grabbed palm branches and screamed, "Hosanna," which means joyful praises. Then they all went home, nothing amazing happened that week nothing like they expected from the long awaited savior. Then on Friday the same crowds who cried hosanna screamed, "crucify Him." Those people caused Him tears, betrayal, beatings, death. He knew what was coming, He knew the crowds praising Him would fall away and leave Him alone on the cross. Jesus knew that one of His best friends who traveled with Him and like His brother for three years would sell Him out to be killed. And yet He went for us. He went through all of that for you and me to free us from our own sin. He died for people who don't have a constant relationship with Him.