No one could imagine the scene that suddenly and spontaneously unfolded. I rode on a donkey, an animal of peace. I had thrown off the clock of secrecy. It was no longer needed. The moment of the divine revealing of the most sacred mysteries had come. It was my entry into Jerusalem.

All were there for the feast days, the highlight of the religious year. Roman soldiers were everywhere. This is the stage, the world-stage that the Father himself had arranged. Every prophet goes to Jerusalem to be killed. The shadows of death were everywhere. Just how they would overcome me, was not yet clear, but the Father wanted me here. He wanted me to come, to present myself to all the people, and to allow them to proclaim me as the Son of David.

This was the scene on the streets of Jerusalem but the important decisions were taking place in the hearts of the temple leaders. They were not acclaiming me nor giving me titles. They were plotting to destroy me. The drama had begun. Now, all the scenes will take place. Nothing can stop my inevitable death.