As I think about Palm Sunday, it strikes me as odd that we celebrate it as a good occasion in Jesus’ life, when to him I think it must have been heartbreaking. The people praising him as he entered Jerusalem weren’t singing the praises of the one who would be their atoning sacrifice, the conqueror over sin and death. They were expecting an earthly king, a political ruler, to free them from the yoke of Rome. They thought they knew what their problem was and what God should do about it. They were worshiping a false God of their own conception, even if they named him Jesus.
Maybe on Palm Sunday we should examine our own understanding of God, bring our minds into agreement with Scripture, and repent of the times we worshiped our human expectations of God rather than the one true God.