The Easter story as we know it seems to start today; Palm Sunday. Jesus rode what is thought to be around two miles into Jerusalem on a young donkey. The donkey is often thought of as a sign of peace, not war. Wasn’t Jesus often called The Prince of Peace. The Jews thought and hoped He was coming as a great warrior to rid them of the Roman oppression. A King, riding on a mighty horse; not a lowly donkey. The people laid down palm branches and even their own cloaks. They were shouting, “Hosanna, King of the Jews.” Yes, they were excited. They hoped finally to receive a political victory. Jesus didn’t come to conquer anything but death and our sin. Indeed it was a triumphant entry; just not the way the ancient Jews hoped or thought it would be. As our Lord and Savior rode in, the people shouted. Matthew 21:9; “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest.” But wait, that would soon change. Jesus knew what was to happen.